So, yesterday, I told you about my plan to lose more weight this week than El Hubbo does. Right?
Yeah, well since announcing it, I think he's formed a coalition with the dark and evil forces of butt fat...or at least those friggin fortune-cookie-writer-people.
You see. Yesterday, we worked later than usual. So, we decided to stop at a local Thai/Chinese restaurant for dinner on the way home from work.
I had my usual chicken and broccoli. He had FRIED SESAME CHICKEN (I know, I know. You want to beat the crap out of him, too. Don't ya?).
Anyway, when the bill came, I pushed it across the table to him and grabbed my fortune cookie (which I never eat). Upon cracking said cookie open, this is what I found :
Can you believe this shit?
So, I slammed the fortune cookie on the table and said, "The person who wrote that fortune can kiss the fattest part of my ass."
Hubby, who had zero idea why I was so perturbed, picked up the stupid fortune, read it and chuckled, "Hahaha...That's funny."
So freakin funny.
Of course you KNOW I couldn't stop thinking about cake for the rest of the evening. Right?
Damn those fortune-cookie-writer-bastards...