We’re either in a rut or we’ve been living here too long.
I think both. John needed wonton soup (he’s not feeling well), and since I was going to pick up the dry cleaning tonight (dry cleaning, dry cleaning, dry cleaning) and our favorite Chinese takeout place is in the same shopping center, I figured I’d just order in person and then come back for it after a trip to CVS. In the middle of placing my order, the woman behind the counter looked up and rattled off my address. Consistency is a good thing, right?
I think the fortune in my fortune cookie tonight was a direct response to John’s:
His: “Love in its essence is spiritual fire.”
Mine: “Lucky you. Get out your party clothes.”