I'm sitting here in the doctor's waiting room with J, because now he is the one who's sick (stealing my thunder, he is) and one of the front desk staff is complaining about calling some office and getting a message that says "our office opens at 8:30."
"Come on, " she said, "it's 8:29!"
Um, lady? do you want to know how many times I have called YOU at 8:05 and later, only to hear YOUR recording that says "our office opens at 8:00?" What is that bible verse about addressing the log in your eye before the mote in someone else's eye?
In other words, the prophesy of grumpiness has come to life.