Knock on wood.

I'm not a superstitious girl. Nope. Not me. Not. At. All.

Knock on wood
Knock on wood
Knock on wood

Who am I kidding? I knock on wood. I throw salt over my left shoulder when it spills. I think it's a good thing if I pour a fizzy beverage into a glass and it overflows. And if I ever have a dream where a baby shits on my face, I'm playing the lotto. What can I say? I'm a crazy old Polish lady living in young, vibrant, rational skin.

There have been a lot of changes going on in my life lately and I'm seeing signs pretty much everywhere I look.

Last week, after the big move to the new house, we order Chinese food. A yummy meal with hungry friends is a good way to break in the new dining room. This is a good idea.

Chicken Lo Mein. Crab Rangoons. Seasame Chicken. Vegetarian Beef with Broccoli in Suspiciously Meaty sauce. Egg Rolls. Fried Rice. How could this possibly go wrong?

This is how...What do you see? Better yet, what do you NOT see?

If you said to yourself, "Self, why that there looks like a fortune cookie with no fortune!" DING! DING! DING! You would be quite correct.

That's right, there's no fortune in that cookie. NO FORTUNE. None. Not even a lame one. Just nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch.

From here on out, no more fortune cookies. I'm leaving my fortune to the real experts...Mystic Terry and a Magic 8 Ball.