Mega-play, baby!

Dear friends,

Did you buy a lottery ticket last night?

For the record, that's Mr. Mom's thumb, not mine.

Did you win, because if you did, it’s customary to pay a generous dividend to your favorite blogger. And I know I’m your favorite, so the matter is settled isn’t it?

You know how I found out about the Mega-Millions? Facebook. (Probably like everybody else. Or everybody else who wasn’t reading the Huff Post.) There was so much chatter, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to become fabulously wealthy — even if the opportunity was only one in a Mega-Million.

My friend Doug posted this: I sometimes buy lottery tickets when the jackpot hits $175 million, because at that point, at least, my $1 pick is statistically justifiable, leaving the entertainment value as a “free” benefit.

Mr. Mom and I don’t play often, but when we do, we have lots of fun with our “free benefit,” imagining the great things we would do with our millions — like pay off the mortgages of our family and friends.We always say for the average person (and we are totally average), paying off a mortgage would be life changing. While we’re on the topic, anybody want to change my life? I have two mortgages since our home in Oklahoma hasn’t sold yet. Paying off even one of them would sure change things around here.

My friend Elizabeth posted this: In line at Safeway Customer Service, the man in front of me, who was sucking down deep fried chicken blobs, purchased $500.00 of Powerball tickets. For real. FIVE hundred. #somethingaintright.

I felt a little guilty about spending $10 on our tickets. I can’t imagine laying down $500 on a fantasy. My dad’s a gambler from way back, but I sure didn’t inherit that gene. Go big or go home, they say. Guess who’s at home?

The best comment all night was from my friend Caroline, who posted this: (Caroline) amuses herself reading “what I would do if I won the MegaMillions lottery” posts, knowing that she would spend a substantial amount on math enrichment classes for everyone — and emphasize statistics and probability.

She’s always the voice of reason among my Facebook friends. (And lord knows, every Facebook circle needs a voice of reason.)

Since Mr. Mom and I didn’t win, I’ll have to spend today grateful for the money in our pockets provided by our own hands — which in this economy or any other is surely a blessing.

With gratitude {for something less than mega money, but which sustains us nonetheless},

Joan, who at age 18 pocketed the $40 her father gave her to spend at the track because, you know, that’s a pair of new shoes and who cares about horse races with $40 in your purse?