My sinuses are killing me, again (and decongestants have stopped working, again), and I'm up waiting for Chad's plane to land and also trying to get some work done. In this state of mind, I hope you'll excuse me inflicting a stray thought on you all:
Fill in the blank: ________ makes everything better.
I actually say these on a reasonably regular basis:
- Penguins make everything better.
- Chocolate makes everything better.
- Happy wiggly doggie makes everything better.
Penguins started as a reference to a Weakerthans song, IIRC, and not to March of the Penguins. I think the other two are self-explanatory.
[ETA: I didn't mean to suggest you had to have three things, too! The perils of posting in such a mental state.]