I get so mad at myself. I might bitch when a dinner did not turn out like I wanted. Spent several days in San Antonio and it was hot as heck so bitched about that, and yet all that does not matter at all. At all. Why do we drop down in worry about the little things, we need to get up each day and make it the best day of our lives. I am a very thankful person but sometimes I let things that are so unimportant get in the way. Ju oh and by the way that guys name is dip shit.