Monday, February 20, 2012   Not really a big believer. Kinda,
but not really. I mean, I'll do things so as to not expedite my
demise (no walking under ladders, trying really hard not to
break mirrors or open umbrellas indoors, etc...), but usually I
don't get caught up in "that sort of thing".  Gotta admit
tho...flying on Friday the 13th creeped me out. Turns out, it
was nothing to worry about! Yay!  So, mom and I went shopping
for the Pal last week. We were working on a deadline, so we ate
quickly at the Food Court (STOP!! I do NOT want to hear about
how disgusting and dirty food courts are...I can't imagine the
filth, and I'd like to remain naive to food court nastiness.
Thankyouverymuch.).  We decided on some Asian food, snarfed it
down, slurped our pops dry and burped. Then I noticed my fortune
cookie resting in front of me..."Hmmmm...let's see what kind of
fortune I have today." (Side note: Since when did fortunes
become less "you'll win a million dollars" and more "you are a
beautiful person"? Very much