While we were enjoying a CSI Las Vegas mini-marathon the other night, Wilma remarked how she prefers Grissom with a beard. "Why?", I asked. She replied, "It's the same color as me, as far as I can tell. You know dogs are color-blind, but he looks pretty good in grey." If that's true, some of us are freakin' Aphrodite. Thank goodness for unconditional love.