And it's restored my faith in....wait. No, it hasn't. Manglement is still as mangly as ever, but at least I didn't have to be there to deal with it today.
There's spaghetti sauce (Italian sausage, tomatoes, lots of garlic, oregano) simmering on the stove, bread proofing in the bread bowl, and Dermabond on my split knuckle, so I feel like I can pass along a meme a non-blogging friend sent to me. To wit:
I Believe...(you fill this bit in yourself)
In hot coffee. And really cold beer.
In young guys and old furniture.
In high heels and low levels of debt.
In great big windows and itty-bitty house payments.
In old jokes and new discoveries.
In not judging your worth by the size of your waist.
In a really, really good bra.
In swinging heavy weights around at least three times a week. It teaches you that you can accomplish more than you ever thought you could...
...but I also strongly believe in asking for help to move heavy people.
That a management position takes twenty points off a person's IQ.
That occasionally you have to humiliate yourself to make a point or move things forward.
That humiliation isn't that bad, overall.
That collecting facts and figures won't give you the whole picture.
That personality tests ought to be outlawed.
In big, big dogs and warm, purring cats.
That checking Cute Overload once a day has made me a better person.
That doctors aren't all assholes.