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FortuneCookie

The time was 6:30 and I had appx 15 minutes before I had to set up for the Todd-Crooks wedding. I ordered cold sesame noodles and two vegetarian egg rolls from Hunan and spent appx ten of my minutes waiting and chatting about the care of koi with the hostess.


(Interesting fish, koi are-- Another day, another post, to be sure)


Once home, I use the remaining five minutes to scarf down the noodles which are my breakfast, lunch and dinner, play my turn in email Scrabble and load frozen pineapple shells ,fruit and chocolate into my car. With only seconds to go and frazzled before the real event even began, I cracked open the fortune cookie- internally joking that I'd take the cookie's advice as gospel truth for guidance through the rest of my day ( what? you don't internally joke? well- don't look at me like that- I do! I happen to like me pretty well and we get along quite swimmingly, myself and i, most of the time anyway)



And this was what my cookie had to say:

( i kid you not)