So far the fuzzy household has been functioining in spite of my recent casting. Family and volunteers-THANK YOU TANYA!!!!!! have been more than helpful. Then it happened. Autumn and Boo were out. When those little terrors are out, they are the only ones that are out, especially now since I can't get around so well. I thought I had everything nailed down. Surely my soda with a lid on it sitting next to the computer was safe...you see where this is going don't you? It wasn't long before I heard the dull thud of a cup hitting the desk and the waterfall of at least 16 ounces of soda left in a 32 oz cup pouring over the desk, my new-used but in wonderful working condition ergo keyboard; (this thing just wasn't meant to be as this is it's 2nd mishap at my hands) and my wood floors. Cursing ensued before I could even one crutch it around the corner to estimate the damage. The picture was exactly as I had suspected. A keyboard and desk swimming in soda, narrowly missing my floppy discs, waterfalling onto the floo r. In the middle of the mess? One sticky war dancing weasel that was obviously very pleased with herself. BTW ferret folk, yelling, screaming and cursing are of no good in a situation like this. If anything it only seemed to add to her victory. I am convinced that she was absolutely aware of the fact that she had the four paw advantage over my one foot disability. Kim and da kids at SUMS. [Posted in FML issue 3846]