I think it was planted...

We went golf-carting around town with the Nards tonight after work and ended up at a chinese restaurant for dinner. Somehow, after dinner, I ended up with this fortune in my pre-packaged end of the meal snack:

So the other funny thing that happened was when we were getting back on the golf-carts after dinner. SweetPea was getting on the back of the Nard's golf cart with Nathan Nard and when she they were strapped in she motioned for Dad Nard to sit in-between them and said "Come on, Big," in her cute little accent. It was sooooo flippin' funny, mostly because of the face he made, but also because it is a goofy nickname for Dad Nard that I will be thrilled to share with the NASCAR fans.
And just for good measure here's one of my favorite pictures of "Big".