We’ve just moved into the house that we hope to stay in until our kid(s) leave college. It’s also about fifteen minutes closer to work on a good day, but it’s still in San Francisco — the best of all worlds, in many ways.
A lot of our crap isn’t unpacked yet (my underwear and our eating utensils are currently MIA). So we ate Chinese delivery with our fingers tonight because the restaurant forgot to include chopsticks.
After dinner, this conversation happened:
Carole: (picking up a fortune cookie) Time for fortune!
Me: (snidely) I’d prefer fame.
Carole: We gotta pay for this propperdy somehow!
Then she cracks open the fortune cookie and it says: "You will have a long and wealthy life." Wacky.
Update: I have located the box that contains my underwear.