Fortunate Fortune Cookie

Last night I had Chicken Fried Rice for dinner and my fortune cookie said “You have a charming way with words.  You should write a book.”  I have to say, I was mildly amused.  Ok, I wasn’t mildly amused, I screamed out my fortune like a 10-year-old.  I hope to write a book one day, but these days I feel like I will never find the time to write more than a blog entry here and there.  My fortune cookie has me thinking otherwise.

Lindsey came to me and said that her fortune was scary.  (She's scared of everything, so this wasn't a shock.)  She handed it to me and I read it.  It said “Prepare today for the demands of tomorrow.”  I didn’t understand why that was scary.  She said “Mommy, prepare today for the demons of tomorrow?  How is that not scary?”  I said “Lindsey, the DEMANDS of tomorrow!”  She laughed and let out a big breath.  She was sincerely relieved that her cookie wasn’t giving her insider information about the day of the Apocalypse. 

Here’s the Word of the Day:

gangrel \GANG-gruhl\, noun:

1. A lanky, loose-jointed person.
2. A wandering beggar; vagabond; vagrant.