Well, it seems most of us have returned safely from the party held at Linda Iroff's this past Sunday; I have yet to hear from Bob C but let me reassure Elizabeth that the bright, shiny, new red car only suffered a teensy weensy bit for being pooped on, in, and under by all the ferrets. Those stains on the paint shouldn't even be noticeable after dark. Btw, Elizabeth, your dad's running around showing pictures of you to everyone. Of course you don't mind, but he's also showing pictures of poor Andrew AFTER showing pictures of you! Just not fair to the poor boy *at* *all*. Well, to be truthful, Andrew really is pretty cute, but he also (based on the picture, at least) takes after Bob's features quite a bit, and nobody really had the guts to imply that BOB C might be CUTE. Gosh, no. (not where he could hear, at any rate) Anyway, I'd have to say the get-together was a success. Many ferrets were doted on, much food was consumed, many people were lectured at by Bob C, and I got thoroughly swatted for starting yet another MF "discussion." I also completely failed to steal or take home any new ferrets despite the clever wiles of the Shelterettes (and the even wilier Shelterette ferrettes). I have no tall tales or silly short stories, even. Although if we do it again, next time, I promise I'll bring Potpie. Melissa ___ Melissa Litwicki __ [log in to unmask] ___ By the whole newsgroup devoted tennis showing it after scarfing fork and laughters [Posted in FML issue 1989]