We all find our inspriation in obvious places

Now, as you all know by now, I am not a particularly religious guy. The Mrs. is the religious wack-job in the fambly, and after her fairly recent revelation that her favorite sect has been taken over by radical leftists (like Obama and Co.), even she has tapered off the whole organized religious bent. So, you very rarely see any kind of spiritual post here at Me, CherkyB. Unless you consider lawnmower and snowblower love to be spiritual.

However, I was today going to post a heartwarming little entry about how my recent conversion over to country music has inspired me to try to be a better man. It would have been very poignant and heart-string pulling, and all you womens would have gone, "Golly, I sure do wish even more than I normally do that I was married to someone as perfect as CherkyB," and then The Mrs. would have started yelling at me about why only womens leave comment on my blog even more than she normally does.

But, lucky for all of us, but particularly for your poor husbands who are really tasked with quite a monumental effort swimming upstream just to try to keep up with the evolving perfection that is CherkyB, something crossed my desk today that completely changed what I was going to blog about.

And that, dear readers, was this.

That's right. Read it and weep, suckers. I'll be off working on my four drinks a day. But I'll be doing it for The Mrs. because I'm such a selfless, giving person.

I'm a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.