Then it's off to french class. Antoine prepare des sandwiches. Il en prepare. Papa ne va pas manger de viande.

I also called Northwestern Mutual and raised holy hell because despite their continued assurances that the policy was cancelled (and I would therefore be getting a check), a whole other department was insisting that it wasn't cancelled, so I wouldn't be. That kept me nicely annoyed for about an hour this morning.

I forgot my cellphone this morning, which means I can't call my mom, and I really need to. I did send her card of yesterday - $34 for two day air to the UK (Her birthday is on Feb 29th). I threw in some pictures for her also.

JR came in and is telling me the french want me to go to France. Not the whole of the french population, just our sister company, who's name no-one can pronounce or even remember, so we just refer to them as 'The French'. Personally, I'd rather have a rusty spike up my butt. Paris sucks. I'm sorry, but it does. It has some beautiful, beautiful archiecture and some fine artwork. But if you are on a business trip, you don't get to see any of this stuff. You just see traffic jams and annoyed french people, most of whom hate the English and the Americans and would happily give you directions to Pango-Pango when you get lost, unless you actually want to go there. That is assuming they speak to you at all. Generally Parisiens pretend to not speak english, although most of them are fairly fluent. Don't get me wrong, I like the french, most of the time. But Paris does something to them - something not nice...

Alright I guess that's the end of my little breather. Back at it!