Jonathan and I were having a nice cheap lunch at a little Chinese place on Friday afternoon, discussing what we tend to discuss (you may recall such topics as: we're broke!, what will we do, will anyone ever hire Jonathan, what will we do, waaah waaah waaaah)... you know, just having a relaxing lunch.
Until...
The waitress brought our fortune cookies.
I cracked mine open to reveal this:
My fortune cookie was mocking me! I laughed for a moment, showed it to Jonathan, and promptly returned to my usual state as of late - questioning my decision to drag us out here where it seems there are no jobs for Jonathan, whining, feeling sorry for myself, and generally being a bundle of fun.
So, no more fortune cookies for me.
Oh yeah, we also got our Driver's Licenses on Friday - after the fortune cookie incident. My cheerful dispostion is now my photo identification for the next 8 years:
(Though in my defense, she didn't tell me she was taking the picture.)
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Until...
The waitress brought our fortune cookies.
I cracked mine open to reveal this:
My fortune cookie was mocking me! I laughed for a moment, showed it to Jonathan, and promptly returned to my usual state as of late - questioning my decision to drag us out here where it seems there are no jobs for Jonathan, whining, feeling sorry for myself, and generally being a bundle of fun.So, no more fortune cookies for me.
Oh yeah, we also got our Driver's Licenses on Friday - after the fortune cookie incident. My cheerful dispostion is now my photo identification for the next 8 years:
(Though in my defense, she didn't tell me she was taking the picture.)
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