On Friday, my mom called me up (at work and while my boss was at my desk) to a) wish me a happy birthday and b) because it was my birthday, tell me to buy a lottery ticket for her. This is just proof positive that my mom doesn’t know anything about me, but that’s okay. She wants a lottery ticket for my birthday, so a lottery ticket she will have: I called Ed and asked him to get one, because I *hate* doing it. She called twice more over the course of the weekend to find out if we won anything (one of the smaller prizes, as she was already aware that the Big Prize hadn’t been won and none of the Small Major Prizes were won by anyone in the Lower Mainland – my mom is the Lottery Rain Man) but I ignored the call in the middle of my birthday party and didn’t talk to her until Sunday. As it turns out, we DID win something – $20, which she told me to spend on an additional bundle of tickets for THIS week’s draw.

I hate this stuff. Even the act of buying tickets is highly distasteful to me, which is why I normally get Ed to do it. If only my mom had put all this crazy brain power to GOOD instead of this .. but, no. On second thought, I don’t know how my life would change if I had a mother “with it” enough to know what it is I do when I am not at her house, only that the change would not be for the good. This is better, even if it’s an endless cycle of lottery tickets – spend $20, win $20, funnel that money back into more tickets. It’s all so pedestrian and tacky.

If she DOES win though, I will be glad that I am an only child. Pugs for everyone!