By George, I think I've got it!

I think I know why my world has been so . . . . off . . . .these last few months!

The moons are in the wrong houses, the stars are out of alignment and I have a new, listen now, brand spankin' new, zodiac sign. Yep, that's got to be the culprit. And all this time I thought life had gotten a little wonky on me. Well, I guess it had, seeings how my horoscope is now designed for someone else. Come to think of it - my whole fam-damily has been wonky lately! And my poor brother, born Decmember 15th, has a whole new sign all together. He is now an "Ophiucus". No wonder his world has been chaotic for forever!

I'm not converting! I'm a Cancer! Stop snickering. I don't want to be a Gemini. How do they work? Are they friendly? Are they domestic? Do they like the water? Are my favorite foods now someone else's? Am I married to the wrong man, for cryin' out loud? Jeeze Louise, what's a space cadet suppose to do?

Now, ya'll know I'm just yankin' your chains! I don't really follow my horoscope. I don't believe in it. Never have, never will.I have no idea the "details" that stuff embraces or what the majority of it means. But, at any rate. . . if it pleases the Court, I'll just go ahead and keep my "sign" (stop snickering, I say) and just blame the universe or the realigned stars or moons in the wrong houses for all my woes.

And that's all I have to say about that. For now.

Alas - for your entertainment:

"When the moon is in the seventh house
And Jupiter aligns with Mars,
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars. . ."

Just sayin'.