So, I tell DH that I've boguht a lottery ticket, and do my usual little spiel about my winnings.
The bastard told me that I haven't won, and won't win! What a git.
I play the lottery for that tiny bit of escapism where you think you've won the lottery. He ruined a whole evening for me once by checking my numbers at 8pm, and letting me know right then I was going to work in the morning.
Now I can't even pretend til Friday. Grr.