So let me tell you about my day.
I woke up, took a shower, then tried to decide what shirt to wear. I was going to the gym later, so that had to factor that into my fashion choices. I came across my grey Alaska shirt, then thought to myself "you know, self, this is pretty much the perfect gym shirt. It colour coordinates with my gym shorts, it's nice looking but not so nice that I'm afraid to get it sweaty, yet it still has no visible pit stains." I hugged the shirt tenderly, put it on, then got on with my day.
I came home from the gym starving. Preparing for dinner, I looked through my cupboards and came across my favourite plate. I thought to myself, "self, this is the perfect plate. It may not be the prettiest, but it's light, it doesn't take up much room in the dishwasher, and it's the perfect size for, say, a single large piece of lasagna. It's a shame I only have one of them." I'm not making this up; I really thought something like this. I hugged the plate tenderly, put a slab of lasagna on it, then got it in the microwave.
Needless to say, the slab of lasagna was also perfect in nearly every possible way. Cheesy, delicious, and nuked until it was hot enough to keep warm through a whole half-hour TV show.
Now I'm not completely sure what happened next. One second I was grinning deliriously to myself as I watched TV, the plate of lasagna in my hand and cheesy goodness in my mouth. The next second I had the remaining shards of a shattered plate in my bleeding hand, and scalding hot cheesy goodness all over my chest. All over my favourite gym shirt.
The take home message here: never stop to appreciate the best things in your life.