“There is beauty in simplicity.” True. Though I’m still not sure why that’s in my fortune cookie.
Three and a half hours into our drive, Brian and I stopped for a short lunch. Prior to this, our total combined breakfast consisted of water, coffee, Pepsi and kettle corn pop corn. It’s not such a terrible thing that my stomach was empty considering that Brian admittedly “drives like a squirrel runs.”
“Beauty in simplicity,” eh? What ever happened to fortune cookies? Wouldn’t you like to crack one open today and read, “You’re going to get all green lights,” or “You’ll do well when you get to aisle 5”? Even if its prediction was wrong, you would’ve been amused for a minute at the thought of it anyhow. And who puts that much stock in a cookie? When did the fortune manufacturers wimp out and start printing what can only be described as comment cookies?