So I’ve posted before about how I have the worst luck with fortune cookies, and there is no sign of it stopping.
Last Thursday evening BF and I went to grab a bite of Chinese (surprise, surprise) again. The whole time I’m eating I can’t help but think “What crappy fortune will I end up with this time.” So when the bill came, I gave him a look that said “You first.” He grabbed first. I took whatever was left. This is what mine said:
Adversity is the parent of virtue.
Gee, thanks for the reminder.