ladylabyrinth and I have determined that somewhere out there, is a fax machine desperately in love with our phone answering machine. Apparently our answering machine has scorned the fax (fear of miscengenation? mismechgenation?) but hope springs eternal. The fax calls daily and croons out its love-songs for us all to enjoy. The answering machine stays silent, but the fax is not to be put off so easily. I wonder how much silence it will have to endure before finally accepting rejection?