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April 12th, 2010
This weekend my husband and I went out on a date. We caught a flick and fine dined on Asian cuisine. At the end of our meal, along with the bill, we each received one of those cliche cookies.
I snapped mine open, popped a corner into my gingered mouth, and read my fortune. Here is what it said:
My husband and I found this quite intriguing.
uh-oh, you’re not preggers, are you?
Miss ya sis.