Okay I am a compulsive skeptic.

Baby sister, Sandy

My darling husband is after me quite often because I seem to never accept what I am told.  Don't know how or why I am that way.  I just am. I'll ask 4 people for their opinion about something and then do what I wanted to before I asked.  Don will say, "Don't ask me if you're not going to go with what I tell you."  My sister, Sandy once said she asks for opinions so she knows what she will have to deal with when she does what she wants to do anyway.  I don't think that is my case.  I will even take opposite views from myself for a couple of hours or days just to see how that side feels.

I have one silly example where I was shamed into not questioning what I was told.  The neighbor's cat across the street had 4 kittens.  I wanted the white one.  I've never had a white cat, so this was it.  She told me it was a female cat.  When I was a kid I was around cats and kittens a lot, so I could tell the gender of a kitten.  But it had been at least 30 years since I had been involved with kittens so I brought "her" home and name her Cloud.  As she got older I notice some parts below her tail that I didn't believe should be there.  I mentioned this to Don and he said, "There you go again.  Never believing what anyone tells you.  She told you it was a girl, so just believe her."  It didn't change my confusion but I let it go.

He didn't even stay white.

Well, I took my little Cloud to the vet to have her spayed.  Sure enough, Dr. Ritter called me and said, "I can't spade Cloud because Cloud is a male. I didn't tell him I knew it.  I just told him to make Cloud less male.  But I can promise Don and anyone else, I will check out what you tell me.  Just because you say it, doesn't make it so.