My name just reflects my personality. It stuck when my son saw a shirt for sale with a black and white cartoon kitten ready to pounce and mischevious written in glittery neon pink and insisted that I had to get it because it was me. Never mind wrong size and style, and I was timid and withdrawn with anyone but my kids. Since then, I bought my first motorcycle summer of 2006 and sure enough, came out of my shell to be Ms Chevious. I am notorious for taking things apart to see how they work. (Usually I can put them back together again too) and not always good at following intructions. Point of frustraition for many including my husband. I only mean well though.
