The easy answer?
I didn't buy a lottery ticket.
Before anyone starts telling me how smart that was, let me say that I thoroughly intended to buy one but I forgot.
Who knows if that $2 could have solved all of my financial problems--now I'll never find out. At least until the next $100+ million dollar lottery.
I read somewhere (and, of course, can find no reference to it now) that one's chances of winning, while witheringly slim, are somewhat better if the jackpot goes over $100 million. So when it does, and if I remember, I buy ONE ticket.
That's right. I blow $2 on a virtual impossibility.
Donna at Surviving and Thriving knows whereof I write. She even admits to buying a lottery ticket or two or six over the course of a year.
I never win lotteries, not even local ones. When my youngest daughter's school put on a fundraising dinner/auction each year and requested (more like demanded!) that each child sell 10 raffle tickets at $25 a piece, I couldn't bear the thought of hitting up my friends, so I bought all the tickets myself (which seemed fair to me because the raffle funded scholarships, and my daughter was getting a significant reduction in her tuition as a result). Over the course of four years, I had 40 chances to win, and never came close.
But like Donna, I don't think $2 is too much to spend for the chance to dream of winning millions. It's a lovely exercise to mentally spend all of that money on myself, my children, my charities, my world.
In a good year, I've spent, at most, $20 on the lottery. It's money I haven't spent on nail salons, super-fancy coffee drinks, or jewelry. (I have nothing against any of those, they just aren't my particular vices.)
Donna quotes one financial guru as calling the lottery "a tax on people who can't do math."
Yep. That would be Grace. Bad at math. Good at dreaming.