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I'm an Ophiuchus, not a Sagitarrius?!

It's bad enough I just turned 55. Now, thanks to the ancient Babylonians, my Zodiac sign has shifted along with the earth's axis. What the what?!?  And where am I going to find my daily horoscope...on Ophiuchus.com? This is most unsettling.  I was a textbook Sag. But, it does explain some issues I'm having with certain people lately.

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marty said…
My son became an Ophiuchus, too--and my sweet Libra husband became a Virgo! It's a world gone mad. Ophiuchus, though, sounds like a very warm and nurturing sign--in spite of an unpronounceable name!
Cathy Hamilton said…
Marty, do tell! Where did you find info on Ophiuchus? Thanking you in advance. - BG
marty said…
Cathy, I just Googled the name--and found out it's associated with healing. Of course, this is all over the news this morning, so I'm sure Ophiuchus has his own facebook page by now :-)
Cathy Hamilton said…
I Google'd yesterday and only found the term "snake holder," which didn't seem all that warm and nurturing. My husband is now an Aquarius, a sign I know nothing about. Wow. I'm glad I don't take this astrology biz seriously. How is Nancy Reagan taking this, I wonder!?!
BG, I wrote about this too, today. It's a lotta BS, but fun to think about it. My whole family shifted too...

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