This morning, the phone rang kind of early. I was sitting in the living room, sipping coffee, Mark was getting ready for work and I was half-watching a movie on TV. My dad was on the other end of the phone and he sounded pretty excited. He wanted me to go to the computer and check the winnings for the Super 7 last night. He had 5 out of 7 numbers. I hung up, ran upstairs and checked the site. He won $135.20. I had to call him back and tell him that it wasn't thousands he won but rather, tens. Shouldn't you win more than $135.20 for 5 numbers? Sheesh. I mean, it's better than a kick in the balls but I felt kind of bad having to tell him that it wasn't a big payout. He sounded pretty happy but still.