a long line for the millions....

ok, so my gas light blipped on this morning as i crossed the tracks in h-burg.......and so i made a mental note to stop for a fillup on my way home....and to take a chance with a second powerball ticket....what with the pot 250 million.......i had already stopped on monday afternoon after picking up cayle.....as is my custom....but i consider an empty tank to be a burning bush sort of sign from god to invest a tad more in my monitary future......as did the others in the line at the register......5 deep as i came in through the pump-side door at brookside......my numbers look good, but then they always do.......just before somebody else wins cayle's horse......that is how she considers the cash prize......if somebody in iowa wins....she proclaims that somebody in iowa is riding her horse...............ah well........somebody has to win, eventually it will be me.....if only for $4 for correctly choosing the winning powerball (last digit.....)....it could happen................in my dreams............i was amused to read a time article last week about women and their money.....and there was a statement about how a startling number of baby-boomer females have less than $10,000 in any sort of retirement account.....thankfully i am not beholden to the numbers to put food on the table in my golden years...........