Not-So Outrageous Fortunes

We were eating Chinese food supplied by my friend Michele last night. With all the love pouring in from friends during this wretched, wretched time, I will not be cooking again until nearly 2012.

Having 3 at our table for four was excruciating, as we tried out our "new normal" for one of the very first times.

We talked about the beef and broccoli, and I said how Jack would have probably done his whole dramatic fake throw-up thing if we made him eat it. Margaret defended him, saying that during all of those years of forced broccoli consumption, it had been REAL throw up. Ewwwww. Kind of like when we made her eat quiche.

I guess you can imagine our dinner table has not always been as...sedate...as it was last night.

Fortune cookie time came, and Margaret opened hers first.

It was a tad too "alternative lifestyle-ish" for her 10 year old sensibilities, so she passed it on to her dad:

I hope so, I sure do. Please pray for us.

Then came Margaret's new one:

Yes, Dear God, yes please.

And mine? Sounds about right.

Then we told Margaret about how, when we were dating, Tim and I got two of the EXACT SAME FORTUNE COOKIE MESSAGES one night.

They read, "Being Faithful to a Trust, Brings its Own Reward." We thought that was pretty cool and that maybe, just maybe, after nearly FIVE YEARS OF DATING it meant this whole "Tim and Anna" thing could work for the long haul.

We asked Margaret if she thought that sounded romantic.

"Romantic? I'd just call that budget cuts at the old fortune cookie factory!"

It's good to have laughter amidst all of these tears.