 MISFORTUNE COOKIES In a Chinese restaurant tonight. My dear wife Amy opens up her fortune cookie. AMY: "I'm keeping this one. 'You should be happy with your lot in life.' It fits me." I open mine up. I can't help but grin. AMY: "What's it say?" SCOTT: "'It is time to try new things.'" AMY (serious face): "..." SCOTT (smiling): "..." AMY (seriously pissed off face): "..." SCOTT (tentative smirk): "Come on babe, it's not my fault. So ... what kind of new things do you think it's talking about? ... Food? ... (chuckle)..." AMY (stare of a thousand daggers): "..." SCOTT: "I didn't pick it!" Amy drops my fortune into the Szechuan sauce.  ______________________________  GHOST OF ... The LIGER!
I
was going to put this picture up just because Amy's laughing in it -
probably making herself laugh with her own antics. Only now did I
realize it has a cute peek of ... The (now deceased) LIGER! in
it.
Which reminds me, the other day, while Ooseung was playing with her dolls: "Umma, we need to bury Barbie." "Wha--? Why Ooseung?" Amy asked. "Because she's dead." Does Mattel make a Corpse Bride Barbie?
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