Don’t you just love fortune cookies.
I especially liked my most recent fortunes!
(not to mention the sushi- or in my case, for the time being, California rolls)
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Cassity started Remodelaholic with her husband, Justin, to share their love for knocking out walls together. She is an interior designer, wife, and mother of two. She and Justin have remodeled three homes from top to bottom and are working on their fourth. Making a house a home is her favorite hobby.
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>I’ve shared this story somewhere before on the blogosphere, but I can’t remember where . . . anyway, here goes.
When my husband and I were dating, his roommate was in charge of a ward activity that involved fortune cookies somehow, although I don’t remember the particulars. Anyway, there were a bunch of cookies left. Like, hundreds. So CPod and I were studying on the couch, munching away on the fortune cookies, not really even interacting. Finally, one of us said we should probably stop. CPod goes, “Okay, we’ll share one last fortune.”
I pulled out a random cookie, we opened the little plactic package, and then broke the cookie open like a wishbone. I lie not — CPod still keeps the fortune in his wallet. It said, “You will be married within one year.”
And we were.