When my little sister was born, my parents let me name her. I named her Kathy after my friend in NM. This week my friend turns 50 years old. I know I blogged about her before, but I could not find the post. When we were both 17, we were running around Red River in her yellow jeep. We pulled up at the post office and she ran inside while I waited for her. My friend, Steve S. came up and said, "Wow! Who is your foxy friend?" Rather than answer him, I said, "Wait a minute; am I foxy?" Steve said, "No, you are cute, but not foxy." His reply rather irritated me, and so I refused to introduce him to Kathy. Of course, we have all been good friends since then, but it still rather rubs me that I was only "cute."