A man can love you to pieces and count his blessings every day you two are together — and it won’t stop him from wanting to see your sister bend over.
December, month of hopes, anticipations and expectations (suspense for the little ones), is filled with festivals of light in the ever increasing darkness.
If public humiliation were the key to proper pronunciation and correct word use, the hot new show on Bravo would be “The Real Housewives of the Oxford English Dictionary.”
Thursday is Thanksgiving – feast of gratitude and of giving. Sagittarius Sun, Libra Moon.
This column was written prior to the Nov. 8 election, so I cannot comment on who was elected. Whomever is our republic’s president, half of us are happy & the other half are not.
Strange how nobody ever manages to shoot video when there’s an alien spaceship in the vicinity — perhaps because they’re too busy recording that guy, two traffic lanes over, who’s picking his nose.
When men say they “love surprises,” they mean the sort involving an impromptu striptease, not where you wait till the sixth date to tell them that, no, that child seat actually isn’t for your terrier.
Libra said to us, “Let choice be made.” Now in Scorpio we act upon our choice by voting. I urge everyone to vote. Everyone’s vote is important.
Endlessly replaying the memories of how perfect your ex was is a great idea — if you’re looking to grow old with a tube sock and a vat of lotion.
As the Sun enters Scorpio we all of a sudden enter the autumn festivals, especially Halloween (the day after Scorpio new moon), All Souls and All Saints days.