We unnecessarily bought a box of chocolate covered fortune cookies at Costco this weekend. (Because that's what you do at Costco, you go in for one thing and two cases of beer, five pounds of ground beef and a box of chocolate fortune cookies later the cart is so heavy you can barely maneuver it through the gargantuan isles to find what you actually went there in the first place to get!) They are really good, so good in fact that I had one after breakfast today. I was pleased with my fortune and skipped over to show it to Thomas.

"We must be getting each other's fortunes," he said. I disagreed saying that my fortune was perfect for me. That was until he ate a cookie and showed me his fortune.

He's totally right.