Sometimes you get what you asked for...only to find that you don't want it afterall. I am quirky. Ok, weird. Ok, difficult. And i feel bad for Joe that he has to put up with my being the crazy chick that i am. For 30+ years. I wished for him to have some difficult, annoying habits or behaviors so that icould feel "justified" in being the PITA that i am.>>>>>>>Then it came true. We are in Scandinavia now and he is.....testy. And the "clutter" of being in a different Air B&B every couple nights (pack/unpack/rearrange) is getting to him. And we didn't go to "lunch' until 3:00 yesterday (i had breakfast at 6.....i was faint with hunger as we were wandering a museum at 12:00 .....1:00.....1:30.....2:00....>>>>>I am feeling better now about being difficult. I just let his craziness roll off me....and feel slightly better that i am not the only one with "issues" that have to be dealt with.