Jim w/Bree<br/><br/>"Poof?! blackness.  I wonder if that's covered in my technical manuals."  Jim continued to tease Bree.  "Ok, I need to get under your desk, if you don't mind."  Jim waited until Bree had rolled her chair back and then scooted under the desk where he did rule number one.  Check to see if it was plugged in.  And lo and behold...Jim snugged the connector back into the port and screwed it down.  He crawled out and turned on the monitor.  And there were the figures.  "Looks like another job well done.  Tips are accepted in cookie form."<br/><br/>Jim arranged the computer and wires so that it was less likely to have wires jarred out of it in the future.  "Hey, I think Ali was going to tell you, but I'll go ahead ask.  I am planning on having a few people over on Sunday for cards.  Ali said she'll be there, I'd like it if you came, too.  You can bring some people, just not too many.  Just let me know by Friday."