Fortunate

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 Kmetzsch started Remodelaholic after graduating from Utah State University with a degree in Interior Design. Remodelaholic is the place to share her love for knocking out walls, and building everything back up again to not only add function but beauty to her home. Together with her husband Justin, they have remodeled 6 homes and are working on a seventh. She is a mother of four amazing girls. Making a house a home is her favorite hobby.

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  1. >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.