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February 27th, 2016

I am not into superstitions. I don’t read my horoscope. I don’t throw salt over my shoulder.

After 4 months of trying to sell the Casa de dos Quesos, I broke down and buried St Joseph in the yard, because, technically, that’s Catholicism. And if St Joe comes though, as people promise me he will, then it is not superstition but a miracle.

BTW, if anyone wants to buy a six bedroom farmhouse in Wisconsin that is great for writing in, message me!

I am mot superstitious. But I am totally on with fortune cookies.

The day of my first book release, I went out for Chinese and got a fortune (which I lost and cannot quote exactly) that said something about my creativity making many people happy.

See? Cookies are true.

Of course, there was that time got a cookie that said

“Name the four basic food groups.”

Which I did, not that it netted me anything. And that was at the late great and thoroughly lamented Lucy’s South American/Chinese Restaurant. It was a weird fortune. Maybe fortune cookie are different on the other side of the Equator. But the empanadas were good, so what did it matter?
And there was that fortune I got at #1 Son’s house that was written in Spanish. But he was living with a Peruvian Jew at the time. Hands across the water. Do not argue with the cookie.

I am used to getting weird fortunes. But I was not prepared to get this.

fortune cookie

What am I supposed to do? Fortune cookies are supposed to be better if you add “in bed” to it. But that only makes this one worse. Where else would he be sleeping? On the couch? Hunched over a typewriter in a cookie factory? Worse yet, the message implies the cookie is alive. Should I feel bad for having eaten it, while it was asleep

And how much later was I supposed to come back? Was I supposed to take another trip to the buffet, or should I go back tomorrow?

So many questions and so few answers.

Anyone else get weird cookies?

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