On monday, my little bro, who is on a mission told me I've been too cranky on my blog. He said it isn't me. This was the loveliest thing a person could say. Really, he was reprimanding me because he knows what is funny and witty to you (because you don't know the other 7/8ths of the story), could be really sad for the one person in the world who knows all 8ths of the story. No one deserves that kind of horribleness.