Last summer, on a beautiful day for trouting, my husband, stepson, daughter-in-law, and I found a quiet pond. The men walked farther along the pond, while Glenda and I stayed close to shore. Usually mosquitoes attack me, like they want to eat me alive. This day, however, the little blood-suckers gathered around Glenda, not me. Pestered with them, Glenda asked what I was using. "Skin-So-Soft," I replied. "Give me some." I passed the lotion over, and Glenda rubbed it all over her face, arms, and legs, as I had done. "Lord, Rosemary, that smells horrible!" Looking at the bottle, Glenda yelled, "That's not Skin-So-Soft! That's HAIR REMOVAL!"   Submitted by: Rosemary Tobin, St. John's, NL