Preston emptied his pockets and placed a stack of papers on the kitchen counter, “ready to win some money tomorrow? I have 90 chances right here.”
“Yep, it’s up to five-hundred and forty million!”
Funny thing is Preston isn’t a gambler. I am. He says he never wins so why waste the money. I say, it’s fun, you can’t win if you don’t play.
I’m excited. I’m already thinking of ways to spend the money.
Now, we’re watching a Dateline special about wives trying to hire hitmen to kill their husbands. Too bad the hitmen are actually undercover detectives. Nice job, Dateline.
“I guess I better watch my back after we win our millions.”
Look at Preston being optimistic about winning the lottery.