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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.