Fingers Crossed

My husband has this idea that if he were to win the lottery he would donate 50%. I have told him he could donate that 50% to me. 'Cause, otherwise, that's just plain stupid. We've had the conversations on a few occasions and the majority of peeps agree with me. But, he's 'made a deal with God.'

Today I got fed up at work. So I swung by and picked up a few tickets on my way home. Why not? Surely if we won the largest mega millions jackpot EVER we could figure out how to fairly/justly/smartly split it up.

But then I got a better idea. A genius, brilliant, amazing idea. So I said a little prayer as I bought my two tickets. If Michael's ticket won we'd donate 50% of the money. If my ticket won we'd donate 51% of the money. God can appreciate a bribe, right?

So, if you don't hear from me this weekend, I'm in a sulky funk because I have to go back to work on Monday.