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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!
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Great fun!!
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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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At least my anal, obsessive, bitchy, fussy self is in GREAT company!
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Ha! People give Virgos a bad wrap!
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They’re just jealous.
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Ha! Yep!
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Must remember “No Touchy- feely”!
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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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Hugs all round in Sheffield, then ;-)
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Brilliant! Love your take on Virgo….
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