A couple of things, food and a couple of annoyances

The web master and I have to trek to Tampa to take care of some business and such. He's seriously considering going to Crazy Buffet--since we've both been wanting it for quite some time now.

I really dislike that my "Fortress of Solitude" has been discovered. It's not that I mind the friends stopping by, it's that I dislike being bothered with more work. C'est la vie.

Lastly, Tony was helping a student with a printing issue in one of the computer labs early this morning. As he was standing behind the guy, he heard a small pbbbpt!. Apparently, the guys had a bit of a flatulent moment. The flatulent apologized, and T continued with whatever he was doing. Actually, that was more than just an annoyance, that's plain gross.

And since I'm writing about flatulence, I have to share the story Rachel shared with me about one of her first graders. Yes, every once in a while, one'll slip out, and they move. The other morning, however, one of her boys sounded like he was starting a lawnmower with all the noise he made. It was all Rachel could do to keep from laughing.

Yeah.

Garmonbozia.

From FARK, of all places. . .

I don't have Joni Mitchell's version of Big Yellow Taxi, but have Amy Grant's and the one by Counting Crows with Vanessa Carlton.

Someone posted the lyrics to it in response to reports about the murder of another U.S. hostage in Iraq.

I fear for Abby and Jonothan every day.

Don't know what you got 'til it's gone, indeed.