'The Perfect Fit'

I don't believe in horoscopes, luck, or fortunes. But this particular time... it was a bit much. Eight really is one of my favorite numbers, as are 3 + 5 because they equal eight.

Seriously though--a day before opening my cookie, I noticed that I'm already growing some smile wrinkles. A couple of hours before we got our lunch he pointed out the wrinkles, and praised them after he noticed I grew self-conscious (being a bit young for wrinkles, I thought, they caught me off guard).

But I don't want him to love my smile. Or do I? Indecisiveness is such frustration.


A bit of a cheat, this fortune was received a few days ago (photo taken today), but didn't have much visual stimulation today.