Insane, I hope whatever is hurting is better today. The story of how I chose my name is this: I used to be married to a farmer (ex #2). I loved life on the farm. We had chickens, dogs, and I had two pot-bellied pigs. Farmer, unbeknowst to me, started another relationship with a married woman with a young son. Anyway, Farmer acted squirrely, so I decided to leave the already dead relationship. I ended up moving in with a friend who lived in the suburbs. Pigs are considered to be farm animals and are against the law in Virginia's suburbs. I had to find my two little pigs another home. I was far more sad over losing the 4-legged pigs than losing the 2-legged one. Farmer eventually married the woman he had an affair with. It's another sunny, warm, pleasant day here. I hope I have time to garden later today. I promise to be wary of those jumping sticks.