I wish I had a penny for every time my daughter's father asked me, "why are you grumpy?" For future reference, his name is Eric. Our daughter's name is Estella. He has this amazing effect on me. He can ruin any good mood I manage to muster up simply by crossing my mind. I'm pretty sure that destroying things would be pretty theraputic, but I'm just not psycho yet. His new car does get tempting though... Pretty much, my moods flow where ever my love life, or loveless life take them. If this is a place where I can vent, then thanks for having me. If this is the wrong forum, then let me know and I will leave the comunity.