Two Kims for the Price of One

I don't place much stock in astrology. Most horoscopes are written with enough generalities that just about anybody can recognize a part of themselves in the descriptions. That said, I am such a Gemini! I'm a walking mass of contradictions. According to the stars, I possess a "curious duality of nature" that has nothing to do with hormones, postpartum depression, or—knock on wood—schizophrenia. I was blessed at birth with this freaky temperament. Or was it cursed? Both are true. See?!

I'm a shining beacon of joy in the morning, and a screaming banshee by day's end. Okay, perhaps I'm a shade hyperbolic with the "shining beacon of joy in the morning" . . . I'm actually a groggy, cranky person in the early hours. But I usually cheer up by mid-afternoon. With the help of a little chocolate. And a nap.

I was going to paste the definition of Gemini, but the "dark traits" are so horrifying I daren't print them. Let's just admit that the Son of Sam was a Gemini, and leave it at that. So you don't think too poorly of me, I shall instead list the positive traits that 9 out of 10 astrologists agree describe me perfectly: adaptable and versatile, communicative and witty, intellectual and eloquent, youthful and lively. There. I'm feeling much better about myself now. If an astrologist says I'm youthful, who am I to disagree?

It just occurred to me that Gemini is the sign of the twins . . . and I have identical twin daughters! Coincidence? It would be really weird if my little girls also fell under the sign of the twins, but they're merely Tauruses. Tauri? Whatever you call them, they are stubborn little bulls. Just like their father. Their dark traits include "self-indulgent and greedy." Oh, dear.

I suppose it could be worse. They could be Geminis.

Enough with the pink wig already!

Dinner last night: mushroom-stuffed meatloaf, zucchini