When I get on a plane, or listen to a thunderstorm, or get on a boat, or get in the car to ride through ice … I know an accident could happen. But, “meh,” I don’t worry, because “what are the chances!” Millions of people are in planes and storms and boats and ice highways everyday. Why would I worry about an accident?

With the lottery, you flip that logic. You want to be the one in a million. I just can’t be inconsistent like that.

That’s all.

And, Happy Birthday Stacie.

Now, that’s all.