Today I got a fortune cookie with no fortune inside of it. Does that mean tomorrow I'm going to die? Or that my life is so boring and pointless that even a cookie won't take the time to come up with something good to say to me?
I went to Michael's today and bought some real icing bags and decorating tips for when I next make cupcakes. I will now have the ability to write on my cupcakes and will have to use restraint to keep myself from writing the most offensive things I can think of on them. I also bought some fun sprinkles to use on top of my offensive cupcakes. How sad is my life that sprinkles excite me? Maybe the fortune cookie has a point. hmph, stupid cookie.