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2001-08-28 - 10:53 a.m. I had this thing going through my head, in a sing-song-kiddie voice: "Yes, no, maybe so. Yes, no, maybe so." I thought to myself, "What is that from?" After thinking about it for a little while I remembered. We used to make those little folded paper fortune teller things that you put your thumbs and first fingers in. On the outside four blank spaces you might have numbers, inside you have colors, and on the very inside you have answers to questions. I think that was how it worked. You asked someone to pick a number. Then you "mixed up" the fortune teller thing that number of times. A color, you mixed it up the number of letters of the colors involved. Inside was the answer to questions like, "What boy will you marry?" Most often, ours were filled with this boy named Joe, because everyone wanted to marry him in first grade. In ninth grade, when we all left that school for high school, the little rich ninth graders all wanted to marry him too. By then we had decided he was too short. Another story that had to do with this is that in daycare we had a woman named Jo Lynn that worked with us. One day someone had Jo Lynn pick a number, color, and question. To no one's surprise, Jo Lynn ended up picking that she was going to marry a man named Joe. Unlike everyone else, she was excited beyond belief. She had just gone on a date with a man named Joe the night before and took the fortune prediction as a great sign of things to come. Jo Lynn did end up marrying Joe, and they had three kids--all with names starting with J. Alright, I'm off to do my laundry.
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