Mr. Panda Express is spying on me

OK. After picking Emily up from water polo and dropping Gracie and Tate off at Maya's for a birthday sleepover, we decided to get take-out from Panda Express. After a delicious dinner, we checked out our fortunes from the fortune cookies. My fortune could not have been any closer to the truth--literally. Sometimes I feel like I live in the van driving people from place to place and then returning to pick them up with Jack as my co-pilot.