This could be it -- the day we all knew was coming, the day I finally snap and hurt a Frenchie.
Our TV, Internet and phone have been turned off more than a month early as we prepare for our international move. I sit here impotent and full of rage. Alex has called and yelled some French words at them and has received a heartwarming response -- there's "nothing they can do."
Posse, you best airlift me out of here before I end up in prison.
In happier news, I just spent two of the best weeks ever with several of my best friends ever. I'd love to tell you about it but I'm about to go blind typing my worldly correspondance on an iPhone keyboard.
I'll be back somehow, though -- right after I dole out some final much-needed knuckle sandwiches.