hindsight cookies
For some reason, there was a box of fortune cookies in our house. I don't know how they got here. Maybe they were in the bargain bin at Target or something.
Bev ate one tonight. Or at least, part of one. After one bite, she said "Ugh, it's stale". She then read the fortune.
"YOU MAY BE CERTAIN OF IT."
We chose to throw out the box, rather than finish the sentence with "in bed".