They oughta give you hazard pay.
Feel better soon...
There were some perfectly polite Jehovah's that have been coming around here lately, and they were just too darn sweet (little old ladies) for me to unleash the swamp rats on them. I'd just answer the door, smile unsettlingly at them and wave them off, muttering something about "damned freaks INTERRUPTING MY WORK! Those anthrax brownies ain't gonna BAKE THEMSELVES!!!"
My fiance, though, got fed up with the literature they started stuffing in our mailbox and chased them off. Nice to see that she's getting back her fighting spirit.
I am so tired of smug, superior, self-absorbed, egotiscal, know-it-alls.
Your good Aggie!!!!