What it means is that you had a WONDERFUL fortune. So good, that someone stole it out of your cookie.
You will meet a tall, handsome, sensitive man who will worship your every word, thought, and action. You do not have to marry him, but he will pay for your dinners and movie tickets.
Mean? How is that MEAN? DO YOU WANT ME TO BE MEAN?
Actually, people often ask WHERE ON EARTH DID I GET THAT BLOG NAME? Various reasons, but namely, it was something my sisters had not covered and I see no danger of them having a affinity for pork, ham or piglets for that matter.
Pink, which was MY color, was stolen by a sister and claimed as HER color. I was unable to steal it back, and quite miffed about it I might add, so I generated a name so completely random, it was almost funny. So there you have it, hardly mean, only trying to preserve a scrap of dignity.
Well, that is my answer for today. As me any other day, who know what I might say.
On an episode of Food Network's Unwrapped, one of the biggest mass-manufacturers of fortune cookies in the United States claimed that, if you get a cookie without a fortune, you should open another cookie immediately, because the fortune in the next cookie will automatically come true.
I'm not sure I'd want that, though. Ninety-nine percent of the fortune cookies I get don't have fortunes, they only have tips.
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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.
I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of
joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have
a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women
who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like
I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses
of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel
obligated, that link is here only by request.
means that you transcend the need for luck in all of your destined glory.
or you're screwed. get those confused sometimes.
What it means is that you had a WONDERFUL fortune. So good, that someone stole it out of your cookie.
You will meet a tall, handsome, sensitive man who will worship your every word, thought, and action. You do not have to marry him, but he will pay for your dinners and movie tickets.
Mean? How is that MEAN? DO YOU WANT ME TO BE MEAN?
Actually, people often ask WHERE ON EARTH DID I GET THAT BLOG NAME? Various reasons, but namely, it was something my sisters had not covered and I see no danger of them having a affinity for pork, ham or piglets for that matter.
Pink, which was MY color, was stolen by a sister and claimed as HER color. I was unable to steal it back, and quite miffed about it I might add, so I generated a name so completely random, it was almost funny. So there you have it, hardly mean, only trying to preserve a scrap of dignity.
Well, that is my answer for today. As me any other day, who know what I might say.
On an episode of Food Network's Unwrapped, one of the biggest mass-manufacturers of fortune cookies in the United States claimed that, if you get a cookie without a fortune, you should open another cookie immediately, because the fortune in the next cookie will automatically come true.
I'm not sure I'd want that, though. Ninety-nine percent of the fortune cookies I get don't have fortunes, they only have tips.