Seventy-Seven Of One, A Hundred Of The Other

The Pony has put a dent in my scratcher profits. Heh, heh. Profits. As in the meager amount of money I win back in my routine scratcher play. I said I would give him two scratchers a week, like I mail to Genius, coming out of the household money. Of course I feel guilty on days that I buy scratchers and The Pony has used up his two. So I've been giving him one of mine, out of the kindness of my (some say cold, cold) heart.

A couple weeks ago, The Pony decided that instead of getting two of the five-dollar scratchers allotted to him, he wanted one ten-dollar ticket. He even chose the kind, something to do with Red Sevens. I don't know the official name, because I don't buy them. I don't like that ticket.

Of course you know what happened.

The Pony's ticket won $77. Dang it! I still don't like that ticket. Anyhoo... after than win, my own scratcher winners were few and far between. I was in a slump. That usually happens after a good win. But the win was for The Pony. Surely Even Steven would take that into consideration! It looked as if he did not. Until Tuesday.

Uh huh. I had a $100 winner! About time, I say!

Can you believe that The Pony did not quite share in my joy? He's been in a slump.