I am one grumpy broad tonight. Hubby asked me to write a short bio for his company handbook. He gave me a few notes to "flesh out." His notes are always rather loopy, in my opinion, but I gave it my all. After over an hour of work on the stupid thing, using the theasaurus to find just the right words etc., I gave it to him for his approval, which I had thought was assured. Silly me! He read only the first two sentences and dumped it on the desk, saying "No, that's not what I wanted. Never mind. I'll do it in the morning." I should add that he is an artist (paints in oil) and art teacher. I am a writer! A childish, petulant writer, you may be thinking. Poop. Maybe I should go back and try it again. Double poop.