This? This is the epitome of how we all feel some days. Is it not? I? Have one nerve left. And it is frayed, my friends. Frayed makes me think of a joke I formerly used to amuse the 5th grade set: A string walks into a bar. Barman points to a sign and says, "See that? It says No Strings Allowed." String stands up, hunches over, and walks out of the bar. In the parking lot, he rips, shreds, rends and tears, then ties himself up. He walks back into the bar, where the barman eyes him suspiciously and asks, "Are you a string?" and the String says, "I'm afraid not." Wuh wuh wuh. Clearly I'm not smarter than a fifth grader. And that blog IQ test agrees. I got Elementary School, which so offends my extremely delicate intellectual sensibilities that I won't even deign to link to the test site. It can suck me. See? Look at that: testy. Testy is exactly how I felt when Persistence pulverized a cupcake in her car seat. (See cake shop story below.). I su...