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I’m hanging out at Terry Tyler’s amazing blog today, taking part in her writers’ Zodiac series. Please join us to hear Terry bitch about my verbal diarrhea, interpretation of Virgo traits, and my mother’s obvious inaccuracy with my birth date. (To be fair to Mom, she did have ten kids—so she frequently forgot our names, occasionally mixed us up with the dog, and used one generic baby picture to apply for each of us regardless of gender.)
So what do you think? Am I an actual Virgo…or did Mom miscalculate (by about six months)? Find out here!
judithbarrow1 said:
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Great fun!!
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Belinda Crane said:
I didn’t realise Stephen King was a Virgo! He’s my favourite author. Oh … by the way … Virgo’s rule! Ha! Great post!
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barbtaub said:
At least my anal, obsessive, bitchy, fussy self is in GREAT company!
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Belinda Crane said:
Ha! People give Virgos a bad wrap!
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barbtaub said:
They’re just jealous.
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Belinda Crane said:
Ha! Yep!
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Rosie Amber said:
Must remember “No Touchy- feely”!
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barbtaub said:
Although, to be honest, that bit might just come from roots in the midwest, where touching is fine if you are a close genetic match or have a signed and witnessed marriage certificate. For everyone else, a chin-tip and (if you’re particularly close) a guarded “Hey, you” is more than enough, thank you very much.
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Cathy said:
Hugs all round in Sheffield, then 😉
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Paula said:
Brilliant! Love your take on Virgo….
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