...Or I hope that's how you say it! My apologies if I said anything untoward about your mother. No, can't be. That's "mah" which also means, "horse". A sentence composed by an amateur with that could get ugly fast especially if it involved your mother's teeth or bum. How's about we just call it, Happy Chinese New Year!
I know, I know. It's the year of the ox. I didn't have a picture of one so, here's a "mah". That's the horse "mah" not the mother one.
Hud and I celebrated by going out for Asian food. Okay, it was our favorite Thai restaurant, but Hud didn't have the time to go to Lobster King for dim sum. It was in the general geographic area of Asia, so stop already. At least I didn't try to substitute with Indian food. That's India , Indian, not Cherokee like American Indian, because you'd have to be made of rubber to stretch your brain around that.
We also felt as if we had won the lottery. Apparently, in our family, it's traditional to visit the Oncologist for the Chinese New Year. The pathology was squeaky clean so the doctor said whatever the adverse of "Ni How" is and kicked us out the door for the dermatologist to deal with for the next few years.
Hud's fortune cookie read, "There are no bad days. Some are just worse than others."
Maybe what the cookie meant to say is that "Some are just BETTER than others.
