The Trouble with Trouble

You know, people say to me. "Pete. The cats with Hitler Mustaches?" Etc.
Yes, I say, I know there are cats with what appears to be a mustache.
I don't have a problem with any of this.

My wife points out that what I'm concerned about (my feelings) is exactly
what no one else is concerned with.
She's right I think. Thank goodness. She's got an excellent point.

I'm watching Bon Jovi on American Idol and saying, Listen, I write
better songs than that, but I'm living in a bizarro world
where what is awful is what is good and what is good is what is awful.

My wife's got a hot body and a good attitude.
Still I find myself depressed.
You find a good thing, and you go for it.