I've always been puzzled why the entire country goes into a frenzy when the Megamillions jackpot climbs up a high as it did last night - $380 million.
Is a prize of, oh, let's say, $125 million, not worthy of a drive to your local bodega or 7-11 for a chance to "be in it to win it?"
I never play the lottery. On the rare occasions when I've let my mind wander to what I would do if I were to win a large jackpot, my hands get sweaty and I start to hyperventilate. Because it's hard to imagine being any less productive than I am now, in my current state of Denial. And I'd no longer have as an excuse for not buying my Things the stuff I don't want them to have, like diamond nose studs or miniature ponies, with my standard "we can't afford it."
The most excited I have ever been is the night that DH and I won a 50-50 raffle at a Hadassah event and came home with $80, a amount that effectively paid for the evening and the babysitter. It doesn't take a lot to make me happy - not even a miniature pony.