I guess I should have realized that, rather than working toward solving the
problem, you really were spoiling for a fight or to make me slit my wrists over
making the mistake in the first place. Or something equally non-productive.

And when you didn't get your EXACT OWN WAY, you called everyone you could think of and complained about what a fucking boob I am. And, when that wasn't enough, you fired off a nastygram, just to drive the point home. (Be sure you mention this in your nightly prayers...and make sure God puts a BIG POX ON MY HOUSE; clearly I deserve no less!)

Hope this morning's events have left you feeling REALLY BIG AND IMPORTANT. Because you are...oh yes you are. God loves you. Surely that, along with your self-righteousness, ought to keep you nice and toasty-warm tonight.