Ok, my last two posts were kind of bummers.
I've been kind of thinking on a theme about blessings, good things, happiness.
Remember when Charles Schultz did the whole riff on "Happiness is a Warm Puppy?"
This is it for me:
Happiness is when I do my great big morning stretch and nothing hurts or is stiff.
Happiness is when I get up and there is no emergency late night calls on my answering machine.
Happiness is when I wake up and Hubby is holding my hand.
Happiness is racing into the bathroom (still taking diuretics) and finding that somebody else put a new roll of toilet paper on the hanger (doesn't happen too often in THIS house).
Happiness is when I step on something sort of round in my slippers and find out it's a magic marker and not one of the Little Sh*t's turds.
What about you?