I've been thinking about why I don't like gambling, and I realized it's because I do it so much. Coming home from work every day is like winning (or losing) the lottery. Or like being told you've won the lottery and then finding out, oh no, a mistake, you didn't win. I leave my dog in the kitchen all afternoon, and when I open my front door I can smell if he's had an accident. It's only happened a couple times, but it only takes a couple times to put you on high alert each time you open the door. So, I'll be happy that he's been good, then I'll get to the kitchen and see that he's discovered he can open drawers and get things off the counter, and he's managed to destroy the toaster. Of all things he could have elected to destroy, it was the toaster.