My fridgerator is blindingly white due to an excess of cleanliness.
My mom emails me to tell me that a blog post I wrote was pure genius.
I pull all of the weeds out of the rock garden in front of the house.
I actually complete an excessively long craft project (i.e. making a dress).
I swing dance to an entire song without getting off-beat or mis-reading my partner's lead.
I've completed a phone call that I really didn't want to have to make.
I make bread with yeast in it and it rises (somehow, I always think it won't).
Somebody sends me a paper they'd like me to edit.
I receive a letter saying that, yes, my article has been accepted for publication in this magazine.
I find cabbage on sale for 14 cents a pound and successfully make it into a dinner Angel will actually eat (hint: spicy cabbage + other assorted vegetables soup).
I fall into bed after cleaning up the remains of hosting a party with 40+ guests.
When do you feel like a superhero?