Hello, all!  Honey here.  I know you don't hear from me regularly, but I have a story to tell.

Moonshine and I went shopping today, which was nothing special in itself, just a routine trip.  While we were drifting about in the toiletries aisle, comparing two toothpastes that had absolutely no difference between them other than shiny packaging and a little baking soda, the most curious thing happened.

There was a young man across the aisle from us, casually looking at deodorants.  He glanced over his shoulder at Moonshine, his gaze moved up and down her frame.  With her back to him, Moonshine couldn't see this, but I certainly caught it from my vantage point.  He, in turn, didn't see that I was watching him watching her.

His attention moved back to the shelf full of nice smelly things.  He selected a canister of Axe Body Spray.  For those who don't know of or don't remember the commercials for Axe, the original ones featured men testing some of the spray in a store, only to be promptly pounced upon by women-turned-wild-animals from the mere smell of the stuff.  Between that and the menagerie of other sexy images thrown on our TV screens, the whole ad campaign leaves a lasting impression.

Ever so casually, this man sprayed some Axe onto his arm.  He waited a moment.  He looked back over his shoulder at Moonshine expectantly.  When she remained engrossed in reading the toothpaste package, he looked disappointed, put the canister back, and slinked off.

It was all I could do to keep from laughing hysterically right there in the store.