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Wallet Fortunes (with some thoughts)

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Let’s start the year with a play on words.  It makes extra sense since I am spend my days trying to reduce the need to carry a wallet at all in the future, but today I reached into my back pocket and rifled through the main pouch that holds my driver’s license.  I updated my car insurance cards and stumbled upon a treasure trove of choice fortunes that I have collected from years (at this point) or eating out with my wife at any number of Chinese restaurants in the area.

Here they are, in no particular order:

  • You will inherit a large sum of money (a nice thought, I suppose – who knows if that will be true?)
  • A thrilling time is in your immediate future (of course!  I’m home with Ruby, what else would I need from that?)
  • You are busy but you are happy. (true that)
  • Culture and customs of China attract you. (I should hope so, it has made me a wildly happy guy thus far)
  • You will have no problems in your home. (true, until I forget to put one small plate in the dishwasher…)
  • You are one of the people who “goes places in life.” (this varies from the home office down the hall to the safari my wife secretly wants to take for our fifth-year anniversary)
  • You will be successful in your work. (I’m hoping this is true?)
  • You and your wife will be happy in your life together. (an understatement – probably why there are three of these fortunes in my wallet…)
  • You will enjoy good health. (fingers crossed – a little more exercise would not hurt)
  • Life is a tragedy for those who feel and a comedy for those who think. (wait a second – I’m supposed to be inspired by this, not provoked to deep thinking)
  • Time is money. (Still trying to figure out whether it’s worth a dime or a thousand dollars)

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