I got pissed today for the first time in two weeks. Wow, I can't believe it has been two weeks. Seems like way longer than that. Seems like forever and yesterday all at the same time. But the good thing is that I was pissed. I have kind of missed pissed. And really, indulging in the petty pissiness that I waded right through today means that I am no longer in shock, so recognizing this I just jumped right on in head first and I didn't hold back. But here is the problem, ahem, I may have dropped the F-bomb to one of the architects who is STILL (dragging his anal retentive ass) working on my house. Also, I may have sent an email to one of the other anal retentive as draggers which in essence said that he was too lazy to look up more than one extraordinarily over priced set of bathroom accessories and he should stop wasting my money. I believe I called the prices of what he picked out "obscene". But you know what? I was right. And you know what else? If I had to do it again, I'd do it meaner because that is what some certain people in the industry need to hear from a woman before they show a little respect. And also, it's how I know I am going to be just fine.