Whenever all the snow of Northern Michigan starts to get me down, I just imagine it's all mashed potatoes and the shovel is my spoon.
Actually, that's a lie. I don't like mashed potatoes. You'd be amazed how much this confounds people. Trust me, I don't like this quirk. Every normal person LOVES mashed potatoes. It's a bitch explaining it to people. In fact, I only like potatoes in fry or chip form. Go figure.