I love my horoscope and never fail to read it. In fact, I plan most of my life based on what it says.
This morning, my horoscope was, perhaps, the most bizarre I have ever seen:
Leo
Have you just had the best possible idea of all time (perhaps) for how to promote your family-owned and -run veterinary clinic? Does it involve donning a cat suit and talking to executives at children's television programs? Or is it more of a sketch to invite the cameras into the clinic for a kind of real-world animal TV series? Whatever your idea is, it's great. And your instincts about how to get it going are right on. So put on that cat suit, already!
Contest in the comments section for the best interpretation of this horoscope and how I should act on it. Winner gets, as always, dinner and dancing with the guitarist from Microdot.
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8 comments:
I think it's telling you to quit your current job, put on a big cat suit in which you will ook like a big t-bone sterak to the WMD's in, stand out by the road, and wave people into someone's vet clinic. Sort of alludes to you being so good at this marketing strategy that you'll make the Channel Four news, and all of your friends will mock you.
That's what comes to mind when I read this.
I guess a little pussy never hurt anybody.
Man, you REALLY need to get to the Ukraine and fast!
I wouldn't worry too much about the ol'Misanthrope. He whines more than he starves.
Where are you getting your horror-scope from?
I like the Russ Meyer idea.
Your horoscope is telling you to invest in something small and absurd. Like a recording studio.
Who said anything about dining alone, Circy?
If anything, we're still at the "buffet" stage, as opposed to a single meal.
;-)
The most important thing with a buffet is to make sure there is an adequate Sneeze Guard.
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