Hi Ya'll, I have been busy the last few, and thus everyone has been enjoying the peace and quiet. ;-) First off, wanted to say excellent info Bob! Am looking forward to the rest. And folks, even if it is heavy reading, do what you can. He is basically giving you a nutrition/biology course here. Also wanted to publically thank all those that have sent in suggestions for the anxiety attacks. They have been better, although not yet gone. sigh. I am going to take all the info with me to the doc's on Wednesday. Had a wonderful weekend spending time with folks from the FML. Of course, I ran into some F.L.O. plots, but since my compnay was understanding ferret hooman beans, they understood. Go around the house and wash up the floors so no one has to hop, skip and jump into the house in the first place (coveted poop spot is right by the front door). Dump water into sink, turn on garbage disposal. Nothing. Try again, nothing. Company due in half an hour or so. Sink full of poopy water. Look for garbage disposal key, M.I.A. Try broom handle, try giant kitchen spoon, try regular hex key. Disposal is glued into place apparently, can't get it to budge. Still can't move the thang, and it is now the next day. Fortunately for me, the sink drained of liquid. I am just not strong enough to move it. So I am sans garbaged disposal for awhile I guess. Until I get some man type to do it for me. And Mazel Tov needed to keep up with her training in mouth-to-finger combat I guess. She has been very good, but as I was carrying her to put her up, she caught my finger. Deep. I walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Blew on her face, which sometimes makes them release. Not her, she clamped harder. I heard something like crunch. She finally lets go. I now have a swollen finger. this is the same little girl who will run up, and then dance off wanting me to play. I just have to figure out what she is trying to communicate. I think also having company may have excited her too much. I am thinking of fajitas, queso and beer for the get together. I have room on the floor for those who want it, and a guest bed. Might have to buy myself a barbque for the fajitas, and make them extra good. Outside of that, just wanted to let everyone know all is well. Margaret, Maggie, Marie, Mae, M Woman who has *25* ferrets Catherine, not *26* [Posted in FML issue 2312]