The Name My Mother Almost Named Me

Tomorrow is my birthday.
It seems like a good time to haul out an old story that has passed into family lore. I didn't find out about it until my late 20's, when we were tossing names about for our first soon to be born child.
My mother wanted my first and middle names to honor female relatives.
Mer mother's (my grandmother) name was Survylla Alice but she was called Sally. My grandmother's sister was named Rilla. My mother's step-father's mother's name was Cynthia. My paternal grandmother's name was Ella. So my mom had some odd names and syllables to work with.
After much thought-so she said-she decided that the perfect name for me would be Cinda Rilla.
My mother was laughing when she told this to me. My father and my eventually ex-husband joined in. This was major laugh-so-hard-you-cry, hold-the-stitch-in-your-side major yuks yuks for them. I see the humor now. I was truly horrified that my otherwise sensible mother would have even considered Cinda Rilla.
But a nurse suggested she think about it a bit more and Cynthia Alice was chosen.
God bless you, O, anonymous angel of mercy.
And Happy Birthday to Jon BonJovi, Lou Reed,Dr. Seuss,Kurt Weill,Desi Arnaz, John Irving,Tom Wolfe, Bedrich Friedrich Smetana (composer: the exquisite Moldau).
Fine company and Pisceans all!

i don't feel so good ::sniff::

wow...::reading below:: that's a poorly written lame bit of philosophy.
but zealots do exhaust me. there is never any 'wiggle' room with them, you know?
i am not using caps to conserve energy.
pretty sure i have bronchits or something, feel like hell, congested, blather, blather...need to look up insurance stuff.
you take care now, ok?
monday is my birthday.