We had Chinese delivery last night from Hot Wok. Very good. And afterward we all dove into our fortune cookies. I'm sure many of you play this game, designed to make any innocent teenage girl blush:
There's more to balance than not falling over ... in bed (Maybelline's)
You are a traveler at heart. There will be many journeys ... in bed (The Hunny's - and there better not be any traveling)
You simplify your life in many ways and find great rewards ... in bed (mine - and yes, yes I do)
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year ... in bed (Red Rocks)
Y'all might notice that there's no cookie for Oatmeal Head. He was at a Nickelback concert with a good friend last night. We thought long and hard before saying yes to it, but huge concerts like this can be lots of fun, and we knew he'd be with a good friend and a middle aged aunt. What could it hurt? After all, it was a Christmas gift for the friend.
This week I was skimming the web and thought to look up the concert date, finding that a band called Slipknot would be opening for Nickelback. Um. Um. Um. Don't click the Slipknot link if you have delicate sensibilities.
We had several conversations with Oatmeal Head. He and friend both did not look forward to the opening act. In fact, they planned to dawdle at dinner and arrive fashionably late. To claim their seats on the floor near the stage, or so I'm told. We'll see. Oatmeal Head is still asleep at his friend's house. And as one of my favorite cousins said, "He won't come home from the concert a Satan worshiper." True.
He won't, will he?
Until I write again ...