Thanks, guys. Guess I'm having a mini-pity party. OK, a major one. I'm crabby, and I don't care. I just told that to Bob, and I said, "I'm either going to be crabby, or I'm going to cry. What's your preference?" and he said "Be crabby."

We're having special services at church this week, starting tonight, that I've been looking forward to for MONTHS, and I just...can't...go. It doesn't even start until 7:00, and I'm already toast crumbs. And no, I'm not feeling guilty, I'm just feeling crabby because I wanted to go. Boo. Hiss.

I hope I don't get in the habit of this crabby thing.