To each his own.

Today I have bronchitis. I sent my husband to Walmart for Nyquil and called my older daughter who sympathized and felt sorry for me.
I was feeling much worse so I called my younger daughter, the comedian. She nonchalantly observed, "Well Mom, next thing you know you'll be wheeling around the nursing home sipping your Nyquil." We laughed and I hung up.
Either I felt better or maybe I just decided not to whine anymore.

You might as well laugh at what you cannot change.

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