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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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9:00 a.m. - 2008-04-27
Basically all three of my personalized horoscope sites said I should lock myself in a shark cage and stay there for the next two days or so. For others' protection, don'tcha know. I am not feeling especially bitey this morning but then again the only living things I've had contact with so far are two cats and some lively yeast. My guys are still upstairs snoozing and now that I think on it I'm delighted about it. "Stay there! Sleep until noon! Maybe even until tea time! Don't make me have to talk with you! I am so not up for people pleasing and tippy-toeing around easily affronted male egos. Sleeeeeep, my darlings. Sleeeeeep and stay away from Mommy." In thinking on it further I realized that yesterday I had to struggle mightily against starting one of those (shudder) "What if…?" girl discussions with Mick. You know the kind, those oh so dangerous estrogen wrangles which start out with an 'innocuous' hypothetical like, "If you were sure I'd never find out and you had the chance would you sleep with (insert vavoomy movie star's name)?" This can be translated into, "Here, my love, is a loaded pistol with the safety off. Please put it to your forehead and pull the trigger. We both know there is no 'right' answer and you are a walking dead man." That I didn't go there is a testament to how wise I am getting in my cronehood. I see these landmines for what they are and avoid planting them in the first place. And if I cannot help but sow a minefield I am kind enough to warn Mick before he ventures too near. For the sake of everyone's well-being I encourage my guy to stay on the periphery and lob in chocolate from a safe distance. Yes, it seems the astrologers knew what I did not until just now. I'll over here assembling my shark cage if you need me. Try not to need me, though. Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear,
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