So it’s been a long standing bad joke of mine that whenever we open fortune cookies at a Chinese restaurant I read mine aloud. It always says the same thing - Help I’m being held prisoner in a Chinese bakery. Well it’s really not funny over and over and Paul always gives me a hard time about it. He recently went on a trip to San Francisco so it was no surprise when Sophie said he had brought a special dessert for us to share at our weekly Sunday lunch. We had Mr. Chen’s (yum). Well it was handmade fortune cookies.

I opened mine ready to pull the same lame joke.

Look what mine said!

He made it for me!! Love that guy.
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