I can complain a lot.
It’s 80 degrees in February, I have an absolute knockout of a girlfriend, the best mother a son could ask for, fridge full of beer, and two of the cutest dogs you’ve ever seen.
Today is one of those days that I tell my sometimes complainy self…
You’re a fuckin idiot.
Beer-enity Now! 
I think we’ve all been there when we realize that our life is great but sometimes is clouded by minuscule problems that don’t matter.
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Couldn’t have said it better.
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