Yeah, well, my curly-haired J-boy could tell you all a little something about cranky women. Silly boy offered me a can of soup when I said I wanted mac and cheese. This was after working a ten hour day because some stupid girls decided to hang out on the trails until almost two hours after closing time at the park and I had just started the first steps of getting a search and rescue organized - two hours after sunset is considered beyond a reasonable time for someone to have left and I have to assume they are seriously lost or injured. It was cold, dark, my feet were wet and I have no access to indoor plumbing at the park and I had to pee. I was cranky to begin with and I DID NOT want a stupid can of soup!!! He really should know better after 10 years that carbohydrates and cheese are what soothes the savage beast, not soup!

Oh, and he did survive the experience.