I am curious about a few things.  Let’s face it.  This has been a chronic problem with me since childhood…. this curiosity deal.  Like when I was about eight, I wanted to know why Sister Adriana had hair on her chin. Lots of it, I might add.  So…. I asked Sister Eunice.   Something along the lines of “Is Sister Adriana like the Three Little Pigs?” Needless to say, that wasn’t my smartest move ever.

But there are other things that have come up in this little cranium of mine.  Like…. What exactly is a Rear Admiral?  I don’t think I’d want to be a Rear Admiral if I were in the Armed Forces…. What is it, really?

And…..Navy?  That’s another.  Why is the Navy called the Navy?  Why not the Dark Blue?

Were there woodpeckers on Noah’s Ark?

Why do they put little tiny holes in saltine crackers?  Since Polly always wants a cracker, I think I have a right to know.

When we are extremely happy, they say we are “Head Over Heals…..”  Isn’t that pretty much how we normally are?

If an Atheist goes to court, do they have to swear on the Bible?

How come McDonald’s doesn’t sell hotdogs?  I think we need a McHotDiggityDawg.

Why is it, you can kill a deer and hang its head on your wall….. but it is illegal to keep one as a pet?

Who decided Red means Stop and Green means Go?

Did Lizzie Borden really do it?

I feel okay asking most of these things these days.  I don’t think Sister Eunice is around anymore to whip my butt….or if she is…. I bet I can run faster than her now.

But wouldn’t you know it?  These days, I GET HAIR on my chinny-chin-chin.