Over the years, I’ve won cookies and cash by saying “wanna bet?” at propitious times.
When my son Aaron was very young, I said “wanna bet?” to somebody who was very sure about who was playing a jazz tune featured on a local radio station. Aaron tried to warn this person by saying, “Don’t bet with Mama.” However, this guy was so certain that he ignored Aaron and bet me $20.
When he paid up, he delivered the $20 in a beautiful frame that included the legend “Don’t bet with Mama.”
I bet that framed $20 is in a box in the basement right now.
Last night, Aaron, my husband Michael, and I were watching The Great Pottery Throwdown and we were discussing who we thought might be going home. When I looked at what people were planning on making (I’ll bet you wouldn’t guess they had to make urinals, but they did), I got a very strong feeling that one of the best potters was miscalculating her strategy and I said I thought she’d be gone at the end of the episode. Perhaps because I know almost nothing about pottery, Michael strongly disagreed.
I said, “Wanna bet?”
Aaron was concerned I’d be breaking my long streak of successful bets, but I don’t want successes to get in the way of taking risks with potentially big payoffs.
Michael proposed $20 for our bet and we watched the show. It looked very bad for me when the potter in question WON the secondary challenge, but when her urinal leaked, I knew I had won again.
I bet that $20 is in my wallet, right now.
Wanna bet that there will be something about bets in my images for today?
Wanna bet what I’m going to be celebrating today?
This is what I find on YouTube when I search for “wanna bet?”
Wanna bet that there will be lots of gratitude at the end of this post for everyone who helps me blog every day, including you?
