Ok, pixies, you know the drill... all whines welcome, none too big or too small. Points given for poetry or particularly creative turns of phrase. Hugs given liberally, cluesticks applied when necessary. Anti-whines allowed, but not required if you're just having a terrible horrible very bad day and everything's gone wrong.
At this end, things are going pretty well for me personally. I've got a new baby nephew whose head I will get to sniff on Friday, and we're out of the kitchen renovation chaos and it seems to be worth it. But I'm worried about world hunger, domestic poverty, the Democrats' amazing capacity to self-destruct, and our President who thinks the solution to the energy crisis is to drill in ANWR.
So, what's up with you? Pour yourself a virtual cup of tea, or a blender full of margaritas, and dish it up.