“You know, I remember very clearly the night you were born. Ginger (my #2 sister) and I were soooo excited and we asked Dad if we could name you….Elvis. For some reason they chose not to take our request. …Imagine that. I was 4 (my oldest sister Patti) and Ginger was 3.”
Well thank gooooodness my sisters weren’t in charge of naming me and my parents weren’t easily influenced!
I can’t imagine being called Elvis.
Well, Elle maybe…but not Elvis.
But Elvis didn't have red hair.
I've always disliked my red hair.
Perhaps it's the one and only time it saved me....
...... from being named ....Elvis!