So like it’s any surprise- Miss Carol and me didn’t win the lottery.
I tried, I bet our dollar, and hoped with all of my heart that we’d be swimming in money, treading in the greenbacks that’d drown us with all the stuff we’d be buying.
But nope, it was not to be.
When I finally remembered to check the numbers on Sunday I was amazed and saddened to find that my ticket did not match ANY of the winning numbers.
Nada. Zip. Zero. I mean NONE.
It was like my ticket was in sanskrit or something, which really surprised me, given all the karmic and numeric certainty I’d convinced myself of, but, hey, that’s me and what I do to myself.
People like Miss Carol and me don’t win lotteries. And except for the money flow spigot staying in the OFF position, I’m fine with that.
‘Cause maybe we’re lucky in other ways.