Work work work. My dad is already freaking out about me being away for a week. When I tell him about the 5 week trip, he may shit his pants. Ah, lovely visual : /
I get to meet the home office people when I am in France. Yay for me! ;) I am going to try to remember and take addresses so I can send you all postcards. I will let you know if I need your address. My brain is fairly scattered right now.
Ok, 15 mins of work and then lunch. Num. My father called and asked if I wanted to go to lunch. Um, free lunch? Never! hehe.