A few days ago our division secretary was having a minor glitch with her computer and she asked me to help her with it. I had just gotten in and this was the first social contact of the day. I took my jacket off and went to her office. As I sat by her and massaged the keyboard, I began to notice a distinctive musky odor and it got increasingly stronger as time went by. A couple of my ferrets had been unusually rowdy that morning and were all over me. I figured that they had left their mark. Since I had several meetings that day, I got concerned that people would think I hadn't showered for some time. I was trying to distract Liz so I could sniff my shirt and figure out how bad things were. No matter where I sniffed, I couldn't find the source. Maybe it was my hair? A few waves of the hand around my head didn't identify the source. Finally, I broke down and asked Liz if she had a new perfume. That was it! Fortunately, she knows about my crew so she didn't kick my butt when I told her she smelled like my ferrets. Morale: The odor that we so often try to lessen is the object of others' desire. However, Liz hasn't worn it since! ( )--( ) /o o ) \ Till next time.......Rudy the ferlosopher O___, \_ \ / [Posted in FML issue 1185]