We have been back for a week from our "extended weekend", and I am still struggling to get back to "normal". First of all we are broke, and I mean my piggy-bank sounds like an dark, craggy cavern. I wonder if I hollered down the slit if I would get an echo...Oh sorry, just a side thought...Anyway, you get the picture. Secondly, our washing machine has given up the ghost, not bad for a $40 find 4 1/2 years ago. Well done, washer, well done. Thank you, I L for the use of your awesome, super capacity washer (I have got to get one of those!!) Thirdly, our dryer is apparently missing said friend, washer, and has started to mis-behave. If problem #1 did not exist then I would be excited to pick out a new washer/dryer. Why would I be "excited" about a washer/dryer? Is my life that sad? Yes! What number are we on, Oh, yes, fourthly (is that a word?), We have no food in our house and I have not been to the grocery store in 2 weeks (see problem #1). OK, I told you all this to get to this story...
One night over the weekend, we got some Chinese food for dinner. (#4) (not sure how that worked with #1) and we had a nice little sit down family meal at home. We were finishing up the meal, I handed out the fortune cookies and we each read ours out loud. I turned to Matt and he was chewing something.
"Matthew, what is in your mouth?"
"He told me to."
"What?"
he spits a wad of slimy white paper into my hand...
(sorry, those of you who are germ-a-phobes)
"Ben said I had to eat my fortune or it wouldn't come true!"
Like I said, "That's what older brothers are for."
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