I’m abnormally caught up on sleep. But I’m behind with my email, behind with my editing, behind with my paperwork, behind with my blog reading, behind with my blogging, behind with berating myself about not writing–I claim the insanity of the dog days of summer. And since it’s inevitable that I’ve missed people’s birthdays and will miss more of them, here, all of you get a button of good wishes.
wait, you think a catch all is going to work with a pacl of Leos? You’re adorable.
and by pacl I mean pack … see how hard I was laughing?
Anyway, it’s a PRIDE of lions. This affection you have for wolves has ruined you.
But if these were really angry lions, they could become a Leap of Lions.
I just looked up stats on how far lions can leap. I am DOOMED.
Good thing these weren’t cheetahs then. (And I don’t mean Chester Cheetah, the cool cat of junk food.)
Chester is my boyfriend. 😉
I am the least Leo like Leo I know … but I am still shamed that I wrote pack and not pride, that’s worse than pacl. But I will not deny my wolfiness. I wish there was a wolf sign in the zodiac … because I’d probably convert.
I think you’re more Leo than you know.
Why is the wolf so neglected in zodiacs? THIS SYSTEM UNFAIR TO WOLVES.
I AM NOT! I am a tinge LEO, but not much. Leos blaze gloriously through life. I stumble, fall, and look around to see if anyone was looking. Leos rule the house of romantic love — HA HA HA! Leos are brilliant and intense, I am merely brilliant.
See? Hardly a tinge.
Dear King of the Jungle: If you need evidence of your Leonine nature: You have taken a post in which I expressed my frustrations in falling behind and my gesture toward anyone with a birthday who might get delayed felicitations from me and made it all about how you are being wronged, both by what you see as the paltry offer of a button and a refusal to accept that anyone can classify/categorize you, grand beast that you are. Rawr!
Well, like most Leos I do like fondue.