In a slightly better mood this morning, and as I read over my last blog I recalled some advice I gave to my sister when she was offended that her boyfriend's roommate would play offensive music even though he knew she wouldn't like it. "Drea, it's not your house. It's not his job to sensor his music just because you're there. If you're that offended the only thing you can do is leave." So, Rachel, if you're that offended, the only thing you can do is leave. Which I did. Sorry about griping about it last night. I was tolerably out of line. Still in a bad mood though. And I want waffles for breakfast and am out of syrup.