On Friday, I went out for Chinese with my mom and got a fortune cookie that said “You do not need to worry about your future.” So there you go. God speaks to some through burning bushes, but He speaks to me through dessert. What can I say? He knows me.
My other favorite fortune cookie, “Someone will invite you to a karaoke party,” finally came true this weekend at the bachelorette-ification of Angi. It was my first, and it was good, even if the singing wasn’t.