What with the heat and all the late nights at work and the book editing and the yardwork and the housework (which the human female will cite as a reason, but which, believe me, she is not doing), it’s a rare night indeed when the humans feel like making dinner when they get home.
That is how we’ve ended up with delicious Chinese take-out for dinner tonight. I’ve no complaints. I like a good orange chicken as much as the next fellow, though Sigyn usually opts for the tofu and vegetables, since nothing with a face went into it.
Well, that was good. Time for fortune cookies! They’re a ridiculous Midgardian custom, but I think they’re fun anyway.
Here’s mine:
Everything except THIS FORTUNE!
Sigyn, what does yours say?
Great Frigga’s corset! That’s…not nice. I think I shall have to have a word with a certain cookie manufacturer.
On the bright side, the paper bag and the plastic bag that the food came in apparently makes the best crinkly noises EVER!
