Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Fortune Teller
This weekend Wife and I were walking down the street not far from Times Square. A woman had set up a little fortune telling booth on the sidewalk. On her little table was a small crystal ball and a stack of tarot cards. The woman tried to look the part, but it was hard to take her seriously. Why was it hard to take her seriously? As we walked by, she called out, "Come, sit down! Let me tell you about your little boy."
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A random commentator left the following comment last night (I didn't allow it to go through because the commentor also included a link to his or her commercial website selling fortune-telling junk):
"Tarot reading requires a deep mental exercise and contemplate on the facts and feelings to foresee valuable divination."
If this is a boy... he better like pink!
He'd better like pink AND dresses! Can you imagine all those clothes you have and a baby boy?!?!?!?
Husband's sis
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