Nothing Really Matters

After a long day, when the entire Wasatch Front has been dumped on by Jack Frost's insides and you're having an exhausting case of the Thursdays, nothing beats sitting in rush hour traffic with an ice cold Peach Green Tea in your hands, belting out the lyrics to "Bohemian Rhapsody", while the smiling beggar in the Buick next to you gives the thumbs up sign of approval.

Yes kids, these are the little glory moments of life.