post cheese hilarity?

Ladies and germs, my sweetie wants to hook up and go see Collective Soul if we go. So, the tentative plan is to do cheese as early as possible. Meet up at Marta at Perimeter Mall around 7:45, hop in the Kitmobile and drive to her haunt (since Paul isn’t feeling well today and we dont wanna bug him). From there we’ll all cab over to the venue, then just take Marta back to the cars after. Sound like a plan?

Meanwhile, I’m having the time of my life (*read: stomach turning*) as I try to answer JasonC’s latest inquiry: First, I’ll apologize for reverting to my more primitive side. That being said, of the bands playing tonight, which do you forsee resulting in the
greatest influx of attractive young ladies?

Well, that at least is better than the good hour I’ve wasted today trying to explain the difference in Flash and Director to Bob, only to have him get comfortable in my chair and decide to knock all my desktop items around using my phone for a while. THEN he proceeds to ask about if I add an online form to a website for him, can I make it email him the results? Um.. yeah, that’s what forms do usually. What did you think? they just took the info and sent it out into the ether where a message to contact that person with more information was transmitted telepathically?