Me: I have a question...
Boss: Yes?
Me: My Ex wants to send the kids to France for a month this summer, and asked whether (if he covers all costs) I could be the one to take them. With the understanding that I would need high-speed Internet access.
Boss: Doesn't matter to me where you work from. Have fun!
Now with added nutrients.
Qu'est que cest?
- Psycho Kitty
- Still bitchy--just not here. If you need to know where, ask lanya15 AT hotmail.
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