I ordered Chinese for lunch today. The Storm and I were starving, and since our Maid who went on strike is also our chief forager of food, our pantry is bare. So, I robbed the kids' piggy banks, placed a call to one of the only delivery places in town, and ordered up some sesame seed chicken and vegetable l0 mein. (Or "chi-a-neese worms" as The Storm so affectionately refers to it.)
After we polished off the cardboard containers, Thunder cracked open his fortune cookie and asked me to read his fortune: "You will be advanced socially, without any special effort." -I read, slowly, to add dramatic flair.
Thunder then cracked mine and "read" my fortune slowly, with the exact same tone I had used to read his, "You eat too much chi-a-neese food so that's why you're chubby."
Perhaps we should open a family business writing fortunes.