Being as how the weatherman decided (with a little help from the groundhogs) that, not only would there be six more weeks of winter, but there might be six more feet of snow, we decided to go grocery shopping & stockpile a bit of food.
We decided that this should also include a hearty meal of Chinese take-out because that would definitely last us more than one day.
Good thing we prepared. Yep, we’re snowed in. After finishing a breakfast this morning of spicy orange chicken & fried rice, I opened a fortune cookie & I’m not too sure how to take it…………………..?????
It could go one of two ways:
1. There was a typo & it should be “next in line,” not “next in life. But that doesn’t really fit as far as work goes because we’re retired; or
2. The cookie could be telling me that I don’t have much time to live. But for it to be a promotion, that would have to mean I’m going to heaven. Which I’ve never felt saintly enough to figure that going to heaven would be a given.
So………….just in case…………….I was hesitant to go out to clear snow this morning. Heart attacks & all that, y’know? But Seamus was hesistant to go out to clear snow too. “What if you opened the wrong cookie?” he asked. “What if that one was supposed to be MY cookie?”
So we’re both sleeping in & catching up on ‘Face Off’ episodes. It’s nice to be retired.
When I opened the door, Munchie took one look outside & decided to go back to bed too…………..