The Littlest Cabaret In the Village
Your spouse cheerfully makes a thoughtless comment that you find hurtful/offensive and then feels surprised at your emotional response.
Your spouse equally cheerfully organises a Marvellous Secret day out in which you leave your child in the care of excellent friends, drives you for 3 hours to Bath, deposits you both in a spa in which pampering treatments have been booked for you and then after these and dinner drives you back 3 hours to London to pick up child and go home and does all this like it's no big deal.
Congratulations. You are married to Sagittarius.
You have given birth to a child with the ambitious stubborness of Napoleon, the malleability of a filing cabinet, who alternates between heart-stopping, parent-aging climbs and deep civic responsibility. Well done, you have spawned Capricorn. Your parenting should probably involve getting out of his/her way. You may also want to invest in some colourful hats to detract from all the bruises on his face from Colonization Of The Furniture Gone Wrong.
On the other hand, at least the bruises on his head nicely coordinate with My Twilight-Coloured Knee. A knee which was achieved when my foot met a slippery bathroom floor - in the terrible frozen tableau that unfolded I looked like I was about to ask the towelracks for their hand in marriage before I looked like I was going to be sick from pain and the thought of this incident occurring in the bathroom of dear friends, and not say a public building in America where I would at least stand a chance of receiving a nice settlement, instead of merely sympathy; for about a day I had a kneecap the size of an egg and my journey to work on Monday was enhanced by crutches. Still there are worse things than medically ordained Rest, and my extended unscheduled time at home is being all kinds of better by the fact that Matei has taken up both mime and opera.
I can't wait to see what kind of improving influence Eurovision Song Contest will have on him.
Your spouse equally cheerfully organises a Marvellous Secret day out in which you leave your child in the care of excellent friends, drives you for 3 hours to Bath, deposits you both in a spa in which pampering treatments have been booked for you and then after these and dinner drives you back 3 hours to London to pick up child and go home and does all this like it's no big deal.
Congratulations. You are married to Sagittarius.
You have given birth to a child with the ambitious stubborness of Napoleon, the malleability of a filing cabinet, who alternates between heart-stopping, parent-aging climbs and deep civic responsibility. Well done, you have spawned Capricorn. Your parenting should probably involve getting out of his/her way. You may also want to invest in some colourful hats to detract from all the bruises on his face from Colonization Of The Furniture Gone Wrong.
On the other hand, at least the bruises on his head nicely coordinate with My Twilight-Coloured Knee. A knee which was achieved when my foot met a slippery bathroom floor - in the terrible frozen tableau that unfolded I looked like I was about to ask the towelracks for their hand in marriage before I looked like I was going to be sick from pain and the thought of this incident occurring in the bathroom of dear friends, and not say a public building in America where I would at least stand a chance of receiving a nice settlement, instead of merely sympathy; for about a day I had a kneecap the size of an egg and my journey to work on Monday was enhanced by crutches. Still there are worse things than medically ordained Rest, and my extended unscheduled time at home is being all kinds of better by the fact that Matei has taken up both mime and opera.
I can't wait to see what kind of improving influence Eurovision Song Contest will have on him.