Dear Wolfy- Yesterday you wrote of time spent at an auction: >But when I heard them call out a ferret penis (baculum)?? I love >my mind." Shouldn't that read "I *lost* my mind", dear? As in shamelessly begged my husband (in front of a crowd) to buy me a weasel penis bone? And your husband, deeply in love with you and well accustomed to these public outbursts slapped his hand over your mouth and dragged you away? (Gently, he does love you, very much!) I love your mind, too dear, but it was *lost*, lost your mind. Alexandra in MA Todd: "Man, that completely creeps me out." Caff-Pow: (Cupping one paw over his manhood) "Me, too." [Posted in FML 6641]