While out shopping yesterday (Big Lots and Ollies you know it) I heard a woman calling for her daughter, Danika.  My first thought was to say "hey that's my dog's name too." but quickly realized that this would insult some people.  Of course, it's much less of an insult than to insinuate she as named after the racecar driver.

 

I also had a moment while laying in bed last night, where I realized something about myself.  But I've forgotten what the epiphany was.  How incredibly sad is that?