Oh the horror!

We almost had a day without internet. Imagine the horror on Tomee's face when she realized she wouldn't be able to talk to her friends on Facebook or through gmail all day, or Yanni's when he realized he couldn't access his apps store on his Ipod Touch. (And here, I must admit that even I was perturbed at the thought of not being able to use my cute little white Apple friend to its fullest potential.) Here we are, in the middle of a gorgeous medieval town in the south of France with a beautiful, sunny Sunday to fill and we've entered crisis mode because the WiFi is down. After our initial 25 attempts to fix it by doing the same thing over and over again with the same result--no internet--we finally decided to call for tech support...not some 1-800 number to some guy in India. "Text Daddy quick!" was the order I gave. After twenty minutes of guided instruction and the plugging and unplugging of cords, we finally saw his face appear on screen. (I love Skype) We were saved! Uzes may have a Duke, but thankfully I have my own knight in shining armour just a phone call away!