 No, as I said earlier, there were many times that I was yelling and screaming at her. And then in the later years, there were times when I didn't yell and scream outside, but in my mind I was yelling and screaming at her. You know, why would you do that, you know? And a lot of it was just old practical stuff, the way she loaded a dishwasher. I mean, I'm an organized person. I believe it ought to be everything in its place. It'll all get clean, nothing will get broken. She loads the dishwasher like she's playing Frisbee, you know?