I complain about the Zen Buddha and, in turn, she is constantly complaining while we work together, but there is one thing that bonds us: country music.
There isn't a better genre for two complainers. Not only can we both empathize with the problems in the twangy tunes, but most of the songs have a basic, semi-optimistic theme that boils down to: Yeah, my baby left me, but at least my truck's still running good (and my tickers still ticking like the doctor says it should.)
I mean, sometimes the donuts turn out looking lousy. What do we do? Listen to some more country and put another lousy batch in the that old two-timing oven.