I was browsing through my junk mail folder (kudos to SpamAssassin for such a great mail server filter!) and ran across SPAM trying to sell me software to eliminate SPAM forever. There was something about this crazy self-reference that caused me to laugh out loud.
I am refreshing the Airborn Express order tracking page every five minutes. I can see that 50 minutes ago my new Mac was loaded on the final delivery truck. I am hoping that when I take lunch I can go home and be there for them. If not, I am hoping that when I take lunch and find the tag on my door, I can call up the Airborn office and arrange me to pick up the computer from their local distribution hub (about 3 miles away) after work. Either of these scenarios would make me a very happy monkey, indeed!