The public. They deserve to know.

No Million Dollars for YOU! the lottery seemed to be mocking me and torturing me. I won nothing.

Well. Perhaps it is my humiliation that has kept me from posting in such a long time. I am only doing so because some of you were left in the dark about my fortune. Lack there of would be more likely because I won nothing. You my dear friends wanted to know and so I will oblige.

My anticipation heightened when I cam home to see if I was winner. I needed to wait though, because my lottery tickets were only for a Friday drawing. I took this as a good sign because the waiting is the cookie telling me to learn patience, which I hear is a virtue.

Friday comes and I have learned so much patience indeed that instead of looking at my the prospect of a million dollars I spend the evening with my husband eating Indian food on the floor in front of a fire. One kid asleep and the other two kids gone. Pardon me for sounding a bit aloof, but darned it! A million dollars had nothing on this moment when my husband and I sat down to enjoy a quiet meal that didn't involve the words : "Could you please finish chewing before you talk?" Or " Please don't put your roll inside the water glass!" or "I am sure your classmate sticking a carrot stick up their nose was interesting, but we are eating here!".

My husband and I ate and yes talked about the kids but also talked about all of the other things we found funny and romantic. We even brought out some after dinner wine and relaxed watching the fire and opening a couple of packages of mallowmars and ding-dongs. We have after all a very refined taste for mass produced confections. What snobs!

After a netflix movie we realize that there is still more time to linger and we have some tea still in front of the fire. We are celebrating the moments of our life without the coffee and without Mrs. Olsen coming over to see what we're doing.

Fast forward to 6:30 am the next morning and our littlest bird of a toddler is still asleep. What? The kid has a built in 6 am monitor (from her mother's side). The surprise reminds me I need to check my luck! My fortune awaits. I slowly grab the laptop from the night stand and start to check. The cookie fortunes await me my million dollars are calling me. Or are they?

First numbers? Nope. Second numbers? Nah-a. Third numbers? Don't think so... and you get the picture. A sigh audible enough to the cookie sends me slumping into my pillow and they I hear another sound: It is my husband snoring.

I look at him eyes closed oblivious to the world. I cuddle next him and feel that he's warm and groggy but he squeezes my hand and I know he's smiling.

For the next hour and a half our toddler slept. If you ask me this is as good as it gets! And if you asked my husband how he felt later on that day, he'd tell you " I feel like a million bucks".

Thanks cookie.