Fruitcakes
I couldn’t shake that Jimmy Buffett (Capricorn) song, “Fruitcakes” while I was getting dressed Saturday morning.
No music was on, I was just trying to figure out where the clothing was, and I wound up with simple attire, just a pressed shirt and sports jacket. But that song kept going until I stepped outside. Cold. Rain. No fun. “Like to be any other place but here…” as another song goes.
Rain and Capricorns. With a smattering of other signs, but basically, a Capricorn theme for my day.
Then the evening’s fun: dinner with a handful of the readers, hastily arranged at the last minute. What it wound up being was me and 8 females. A few minutes after Threadgill’s pulled together some tables for us, another group was sat, near us, and it was predominately men.
“Hey, HEY, these are MY women, you stay out of this!”
One of the Leo’s turned and said, “Yeah, we all belong to him. Leave us alone – wait, what’s your birthday?”
