Saturday night we got Chinese food... well, *I* went out and brought it home. Jim's still limping around and didn't want to do any more walking. So dinner and a movie became take-out and a couple episodes of 'Fringe', which we rent from My Fliks.
And of course, in the bag I found a crunchy treat for dessert.
I quickly ate it and then eagerly looked to see my fortune.
Would I meet a handsome stranger?
Would I embark on a new career that I would find immensly rewarding?
Would I come into some very welcome financial prosperity?
My hands trembled in anticipation as I turned over the tiny paper:
What? ADVICE? No peek into my future to see what wonderful adventures await, instead I got someone telling me how to live my life. (and I'm not certain it actually makes any sense.)
I felt like Ralphie excitedly decoding his spy ring message, only to be deflated when he reads it:
"What was Little Orphan Annie trying to tell me?"
Be sure to drink your Ovaltine. "Ovaltine? A crummy commercial? Son of a bitch!"
heehee..my mom said a naughty word
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