Don’t get me wrong. There’s no way I think I’m Susie Q, and I don’t have a fan club. I couldn’t afford to pay off enough people to have one. And I really don’t like the name Susie for me. (I love other people named Susie, though.)
I just thought this was a cute bumper sticker.
When I was about four-years-old (before we moved to C-Town) Dad’s horse, Chi-Chi, had a colt and she was mine! Naturally, I got to name her.
Now, my cousins Randal and Roger and Rodney all had their own horses. Randal’s horse was Randy. Roger’s horse was Rog. And Rodney’s horse was Rod. (Imagination? No, why do you ask?)
Because these were all my older cousins, I thought I was supposed to name my horse the same way. I told Mama I wanted to name my horse Susan, but Mom said no. That was stupid.
“Can I name her Susie Q?” I asked.
Mom sighed. “If you want.”
“Good!” I was thrilled. “And the Q stands for cute!”
Okay, I never claimed to be a genius. 😉
BTW: If you read Marilyn Pappano books, you might recognize part of that story. LOL.