Three cheers for the bodacious British babes who made me giggle when I checked my email at 10.30am. *huggles
oxoniensis and
phoebesmum* Those two lay down the
Law!
(I was tempted to say "saucy English wenches", but I wasn't sure how complimentary that would be. *g*)***
*mutter*grumble* There's a special place in hell reserved for pernickety clients that always think they know best. I mean, sure, the guy may be a medical specialist and all, but trust me when I say that the provisional insurance offer is probably the best you'll get.
(He won't. I know. He'll get the info, and talk with y bosses, and check other companies, and then come back and admit that
I'm not an idiot I might have a clue what I'm talking about.)
Considering I'm not actually in a bad mood, it's surprising how grumpy I sound on LJ. ("I'm not a bitter old fic queen, I just play one online!" *laughs*)