Happy Birthday To Me!!!!

It's My Birthday!!!!

Well, it was sixty three years ago today, my father took his shotgun and went out into the woods and bagged himself a squirrel. He placed it in a flour sack and carried it home to make squirrel stew. Upon his arrival, his mother told him the news --he had a brand new baby girl and asked him what her name would be. He looked at the squirrel and the name on the sack and said

"Virginia Rose".

That's the story of how I got my name and maybe - just maybe -- that accounts for why I am a

"Little Squirrely"

Thanks Dad! That's it for today.