Talkin’ to Kathy, we’re on the phone:

“Okay then, Sunday,” I said. “We’ll meet. You figure it out. Get your boy part fired up and figure out where we’re going.”

“I will! I’m proud of my boy side,” she said.

“Well, yeah.”

“I’m very proud of my boy side,” she said emphatically.

“Well I guess you should be. Just think about it, Kathy. Just think of those women who have no contact with their boy side. Can you imagine the horrible life?”

“Nooooo. No I can’t.”

“I can’t either. Better to have some boy in you, like us!”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, so I’ll see ya.”

“Yep. See ya.”

*click

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And on the Mars Mercury conjunction front - we both have this in our chart, we were eating Vietnamese and the place was packed. Kathy said she was taking me on a tour of Southeast Asia and it kills me because she’s got a million planets in Sadge in the 3rd house (communication) and everywhere we go, she can speak the language. Me? Well I just smile prettily and ask for a fork!

But anyway, this place was packed. Pho 79! And I don’t remember what I said, but it must have been filthy because her eyes opened wide.

“Could you say that any louder?” she asked, leaning towards me over the table. Before I could compute what she said, she added, “You could! You could say that louder. Don’t! Don’t,” she implored.

Realizing she was trying to get my attention, I put my fork down. “What?” I asked all baffled.

She just looked at me. A couple seconds later the whole thing registered. “Oh, I was loud. Was I loud?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Sorry.”

“No problem.”

“No problem? Okay, good,” I said, having a quick look around to see the people who might have heard whatever it was I said. “So what were we saying again?” I asked.

On that we both cracked up, and then she went back to her tripe and me to my…big ol bowl of…of….stuff! Pho or 79, I have no idea what they you call it. Kathy and the waiter ordered it for me, you know. I’m from the desert.