I like cheese

Yesterday I never changed out of my pajamas. No school on Mondays, what a shame. Today I have my usual Tuesday nine hours at school so I'm making up for yesterday's sloth-like behaviour.

So far I have five definites coming to my party, two maybe's from out of town friends, and two "we might stop by" responses. What's with that? Obviously I know what that means. You want an escape so you'll rsvp with a "we might stop by" to secure a get away. It's blasphemous! They could have at least told me that they had other plans so they would come for as long as possible or something. Something! Ah well, when they get here they'll never want to leave. It's understandable since they're friends in class but we have yet to make the transition to out of school. That's sometimes an awkward transition to make.

I don't know what kind of wine people will bring, but I have to decide on the cheese. I want cheese that you know of but are not quite sure what it tastes like. I'm not sure what kind. Rick suggested cream cheese. Are you nuts? I might as well serve Kraft slices while I'm at it. And maybe cheese strings! Maybe I'll get a cheesecake too. That would be acceptable and fit with the theme.

Off to school I go.