I'm going to start dropping knives. That's all I'm sayin'.

I went to my Granny D's for a little bit on New Years.  I worked a little bit of her puzzle.  I'm a nerd that's always enjoyed puzzles.  She also gave me THIS:

Yesssssssss.  I blogged about this little baby here, just in case you're new or if you've forgotten about this Aunt Jemima.  There's really no rhyme or reason to this thing.  She sits on an old milk can.  She holds a basket of fake bagels.  She's got big cotton boobs.  I don't get it but I love her. She looks really good in the corner of my kitchen.  Nobody puts baby in the corner.  Well, I do.  

I have a little collection of Aunt Jemimas going on in my kitchen.  I love them.

While at Granny's, I asked her if she knew of any other New Year superstitions other than the ones I shared in the previous post.  I said, "Granny, are there any others like not washing your clothes on New Years?"  She replied with an, "Oh no (Read: Ahh naww)!  I forgot all about it.  I worshed a load this mornin'."  Great.  My Granny just washed all her luck away for the coming year.
She told me that back in her day there was a superstition and wives tale for just about anything you did.  One that she told me about was:
"If you dropped a fork, a woman was coming to see you.  If you dropped a knife, a man was coming to see you.  If you dropped a spoon a baby was a comin'."
What I took away from that story was that I obviously need to start dropping a lot of knives in my house.  If only it were that easy.  Sigh.