I found this comic that I save from long ago, which pretty much sums it up:
I've always felt a bond with Lucy Vanpelt. She's crabby, I'm crabby. She's bossy, I'm bossy. She is a fussbudget, I'm definately a fussbudget. She fell for a blonde piano player that completely ignored her. (Mine was a guitar player in a Rock band) but you get the point.
The sun promises to come out tomorrow. Until then, the crabbiness will linger around here....
