In a way, I suppose I think of the Foster's bunch as my IF's. I've needed some at varying times in my life, and they make coping with the dregs of my high school education so much easier. (Yay for hugging the Wilt pillow I made!)
Anyhoo, what ticks me off... When people just CAN'T TAKE A HINT. Seriously. I was at a pep assembly this morning and my friend and I were trying to find a seat. I managed to get one, but my friend couldn't because some eight grade girl wouldn't move her feet from the bleacher seat in front of her. I suggested in no uncertain terms that my friend tell people to move their feet <shoots pointed glare at offending eight grade girl>. And she just looked at me. I'm sorry, am I speaking Klingon? Ugh.
Yay for post 400, btw...