Friday, April 01, 2005

Wise man once say, 'fortune cookie load of crap'.

Had me some Chinese food for dinner tonight. For dessert I ate a fortune cookie. And this, my dear friends, is the 'fortune' I found inside my 'cookie'.

It's perfect! And so fitting considering how my day started.

Me? Have graceful qualities?


I'll definitely be calling my mom tomorrow to tell her about my 'graceful qualities'. I know she'll get a kick out of this too since she's the one who passed on to me the klutz gene. I think I've mentioned it here before, but I come from a long line of klutzy woman. My mom swears the degree of klutziness has been 'watered down' with each new generation. I think I might be the exception to the rule

She herself is what she likes to call a 'graceful klutz'. She may fall/trip/stumble every now and then, but she does it gracefully.

She was walking across the street once when she was about my age and fell in a pothole. Fell right there in the middle of the street, right in front of all those pedestrians on their way to work.

"But I did it so gracefully," she emphasized with a cheeky smile as she related her embarrassing sprawled-out-in-the-middle-of-the-street story.

I can picture it now... a panel of judges (a curb judge, a strutting judge, a get-out-of-my-way-I'm-in-a-hurry-pedestrian-pusher judge, etc) on the sidewalk tallying up her score.

"She had a little trouble with the dismount Jim but I think the judges are going to award her highly with the artistic scores."

"I think you're right Bob. I've never seen such style and poise before as she plummeted to the ground. That was a 10.0 performance, no doubt about it."

(This is what happens when I write late at night. I kind of go off kilter. Heh.)

Well, if I'm going to be a klutz like the rest of the womenfolk, let me be a graceful one like my momma. Please. Pretty pretty pretty please. I need all the help I can get.

Oh I am so framing this little fortune and keeping it forever and ever.


  1. did your mom see me down there in the pothole? surely i was there. i always seem to end up doing the same thing.

  2. i'm not sure she saw you. i think she might have been too busy pretending she meant to fall and meant to be lying in the middle of the street. at least that's what i might be doing if i were her :)