My away message last night: Five minutes ago I purchased an airline ticket to France...express. So by now I'm probably lounging in first class and eating small packages of peanuts. Leave a message and I'll try to get it when I land in Paris. Otherwise you'll have to wait until I make my connecting flight to Milan.
Rob asked me this morning how France was. Hee hee.
And I'm sickly addicted to Home Run Inn frozen pizza. So. Good. Yum!