Dear Ferret Folks- It's been a little over two years since my forever ferret friend, Todd Leutoldt, was killed by crack addled thugs. Apart from the expected shock and horror of losing a friend in such a fashion there was another problem...Todd was killed by the crack addled thugs (all of whom are now serving lengthy sentences in Pennsylvania State prison) for his big screen TV. With that news I developed an *instant* loathing for the things, and guess what my husband wanted so much it made his teeth hurt every time he thought about it? A big giant TV. A really, really big one. The kind that made my face go white every time I saw one. The kind that invariably made me think of crack addled thugs and murder. The kind that made me think of the Pennsylvania police trying to catch all of Todd's ferrets in the street after they escaped through his forced open front door, without knowing how many there had been to begin with. They tried, they tried. It was good of them to try. They got most of them. My husband loves me. He knew how I felt about big screen TV's. But I love my husband, and I know he really wanted one. It's a guy thing. I don't really understand it, but I know it's a guy thing, and my husband is a guy. He and Todd used to enjoy insulting one another's football team in scathing ways. The Steelers for Todd, the Patriots for my husband. Also a guy thing. It made them happy. I don't remember when or where I wrote about my quandry, but I know that a ferret lady sent me a private message and solved it for me. She explained that Todd and my husband had been friends, and Todd would have *wanted* my husband to have a big giant TV, because...it's a guy thing. And Todd would look down from heaven and see my husband scream at the New England Patriots until the veins stood out on his head and be well pleased. Well, Todd, I hope you enjoyed yourself from your afterlife, today, watching my husband scream and cuss at his team who apparently choked. Big time. On the screen of his new giant TV that came home just a few hours ago. And thank you to the wise ferret lady who made it all possible, whoever you are! Of *course* Todd would have wanted my husband to have a giant TV. And now he does. And I can look at it without wanting to spit. And life goes on, life goes on. Alexandra in MA [Posted in FML 6546]