Rats. Well, if Suede can't -ahem- ahem-ahem- you know. . . .ahem- ahem, uh, (blush) I can always formulate plan B for getting Ultrasuede a wife. However, I think I will just blame it on whatever Cetawin put in that blueberry pancake, or on the cold, or maybe Dusty had a headache, and wait for spring- by then Suede will be feeling his oats again!