I really love it when people are brutally honest.  I walked into church on Sunday morning after a painful Saturday (consisting of ripping out an old window, installing a new window, and getting my hands ripped apart in the process, all the while fighting a nice little cold), and somebody said, "Did you wake up any more than 20 minutes ago?"  Ah, honesty.  Sure, it was called-for.  I looked tired.  I was tired.  But did that person really need to say that?  It's like calling a fat person fat, or making a joke about an old person's age.  Give me a friggin' break. #psychology