Well, I dug under couch, stuck my hand in between the car seats, rummaged through every pocket in the house and raided my daughter’s piggy bank (okay, I stopped short of raiding her pig) and came up with $3.07. The good news: it was enough money to purchase three lottery tickets. The bad news: I woke up this morning and learned that of the six set of numbers printed on the ticket not one single one (let me repeat, not ONE single one) matched any of the winning digits. So much for lucky dates. July 7, 2007 was a bust … Continue reading →