In a Chinese restaurant tonight.

My dear wife Amy opens up her fortune cookie.

AMY: “I’m keeping this one. ‘You should be happy with your lot in life.’ It fits me.”

I open mine up. I can’t help but grin.

AMY: “What’s it say?”

SCOTT: “‘It is time to try new things.‘”

AMY (serious face): “…”

SCOTT (smiling): “…”

AMY (seriously pissed off face): “…”

SCOTT (tentative smirk): “Come on babe, it’s not my fault. So … what kind of new things do you think it’s talking about? … Food? … (chuckle)…”

AMY (stare of a thousand daggers): “…”

SCOTT: “I didn’t pick it!”

Amy drops my fortune into the Szechuan sauce.

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GHOST OF … The LIGER!

I was going to put this picture up just because Amy’s laughing in it - probably making herself laugh with her own antics. Only now did I realize it has a cute peek of … The (now deceased) LIGER! in it.

Which reminds me, the other day, while Ooseung was playing with her dolls:

“Umma, we need to bury Barbie.”

“Wha–? Why Ooseung?” Amy asked.

“Because she’s dead.”

Does Mattel make a Corpse Bride Barbie?