A bad omen?

Tonight I received a fortune cookie devoid of a fortune. Not a blank slip of paper inside the cookie, but nothing at all. I don't know if the person trapped in the fortune cookie factory finally escaped, or I am simply fortuneless. That sounds kinda bad, but I guess no fortune would also mean no bad fortune. And if luck is playing no part in my life I guess everything's up to me... which may be even scarier.

But I guess it's good that I don't play the lottery - I mean, how would I know what numbers to pick without the divine wisdom of the fortune cookie's lucky numbers?

On a roll

After two weeks of less than stellar bowling (too bad to even blog about), tonight I came back with a vengeance. I had a very good first game (151) - but I was just warming up. The second game was nothing short of amazing. It included two turkeys and seven total strikes. Tack on two spares and the final result was a whopping 212. It was the best game I've ever bowled, and the 212 utterly shattered my previous personal best of 160.

Apparently the bowling alley's printer isn't working, so I don't have any physical proof of this phenomenal feat. But I do have a number of very reliable eyewitnesses. Several of them even performed the Arrested Development chicken dance in honor of the turkeys. Sadly, a few of our team members were MIA this week, so they missed out on all the avian celebration.