I'm not angry. I'm perfectly happy. The sun's out, my baby's standing and impressing me with her skillz, my boy's not spent the day whining at me, which is what he usually does. Life's great. :)

I'm just trying to explain why I WAS angry, and it's not specifically because teenage boys are stupid idiots, it's because I feel there are too many holes left by the writing for teenage boys to fill up with stupid idiocy. I wish one or two of those holes had been filled with sensibleness.