The only problem with having a weekend as exceptionally good at the one I just has is that it makes it so much harder to find things to complain about. I have to wait a week to watch the last Breaking Bad . . . Why can’t my dog have thumbs? . . . Some of the salt fell off that salted caramel I ate . . . Nobody stopped me from eating that salted caramel I ate . . . Grape-Nuts needs a better name like Mouth-Rocks or Toothbreak-Heartache . . . Unicorns don’t exist . . . I couldn’t find my sock for a while . . . There’s no such thing as pancake delivery . . . (Sigh).