at least your husbands problem got caught in time, that's a huge blessing right there! Dad is fine, thank you.

I am now going to amuse you horribly with what I remember from my high school French:

Le stylo est sur la table.

*sigh* Four years and that's it, that's all I really remember. I took French while the rest of the world took Spanish because I considered myself an intellectual. Also, my mother worked with a nice lady who had a doctorate in French Literature and I worshipped her just a bit. :)