I've always been a generally lucky person. I guess it started with being adopted by some great parents who aren't exactly poor and also being born smart and relatively attractive, or at least "cute" in the right light. So I hit the lottery right off.

Why would you sign an agreement like that? Unless they paid you a settlement?

I'm not one to believe in fate, but the following sequence of events makes me wonder...

Also, after seeing Man of Steel in the theaters, I was complaining to my husband that we would never get our money or our time back from that shit. As I was saying that, a $20 bill came blowing down to me on the sidewalk. I looked at him and said, 'I'd rather have those 2.5 hours of my life back.'

I was in New York City for a week with my best friend, who was going to a film camp at NYU. I was already pretty lucky, in that her mom paid for me to go, including train fare there, and a week at the Times Square Hilton. Life was beautiful. I rode the subway somewhere different every day, and walked around, and…

In university, I won a contest from the (now defunct) Jane magazine. I don't even remember entering it, but won an all-expense paid trip to NYC for me and my now-husband plus a photo shoot. We got to stay at the Soho Grand and my picture was even put in the magazine. Also, I was on the JET (Japan Exchange and…

I consider myself a somewhat lucky person, but my 19th birthday was, seriously, the luckiest day of my life.

She also is a cancer survivor, having been diagnosed at 2 months old with liver cancer. She's had a lot of scrapes. I also once found her floating in the bathtub, asleep.

Yes, you can take credit for that. How lucky all around. It must be the horseshoe in the "Hey Dude" opening credits.

Had spent two days awake on bad speed (these things happen). Went to bus stop to take bus to work. Bus arrived in normal fashion, got on. Felt smug for being on time. Bus ride maybe 25 minutes to office. At about minute 23, I realized I had left my backpack, including my wallet, my keys, and my EVERYTHING, at the bus…

My girlfriend and I live in Lake Tahoe. Like a lot of people who live in beautiful places, we pay a fucking premium to rent abject shitholes, which are also drafty. In January of last year, during a snowstorm, my landlord informs me that she'll be 'renovating' my shithole of a place and that I have 29 days to get out…

Haha, no, chips as in Doritos, Lays, etc. I would never pass up meeting Ponch!

This starts with a bunch of bad, but stick with me. I got drunk one night, and my best friend joked that I was going to end up having sex with his younger brother, whom I had just met. I apparently got feisty, and shouted that "I [was] going to marry him!"

I've got a good one.

once my music teacher said he waned to test if I had perfect pitch, so could I sing Middle C. I had no idea, so I went 'um mm'. The pitch of my uncertainty was exactly middle c.

Can I take credit for my sister's time she got really, really lucky? I'm 9 years older than my sister, the baby of the family. One day when I was 11 or 12 (and she was 2 or 3), I walked into our family room to watch Nickelodeon or something. I could hear "Barney" playing on the TV and was not feeling that shit. I walk…

My husband and I have been together since I was 16, we got married when I was 21 and stopped using birth control immediately. Fast forward 8 years still no kids of our own. Fertility test show due to my PCOS causing cysts in my fallopian tubes rather then on the ovaries the chance of us ever conceiving without extreme…

I have terrible luck. The one time I ever won any kind of random prize was a few years ago when I was working as a health reporter for a community newspaper. I was sent to cover a diabetic health fair, and I thought I'd signed up for their email list but apparently had put my name on the list for the door prize raffle…

One time I pressed a button and then someone came and gave me $5,049

On the flip side, though, your short term memory is shot.