About a week ago, my friend and long time adviser, HQ told me I was playing cards, something he knows I am good at. He told me I should continue to play cards as this thing advanced, even when other people became involved. The idea was I not rely on others, or relax at all because it is GAME ON.
Tonight, I was talking to my husband, I told him of the days progress as far as my strategizing is going and it is shaping up nicely. “I told them not to mess with me,” I said. “I told them.”
“Well they did mess with you and now we’ve got a war, P. We’ve got a war and we’re going to hit ’em hard and knock out everything they’ve got…”
I laughed because it is true. I am going to pick up a building and set it on top the opponent, the “peep squeak” as my husband says because he speaks too many languages.
Having Libra, I try to be nice and courteous and fair and stuff. I will ignore your attack if at all possible. I will turn the other cheek until I am blue but if you manage to really threaten me or piss me off, I admit I like the mental challenge of plotting an attack. I feel invigorated with the challenge and amused because invariably anyone who takes me on, thinks it will be easy. Er… think again.
Do you like to battle? Where is your Mars?