going to the store and having a sub made fresh, just the way I like it (fresh, soft sub bread, deli mustard, Boar’s Head salami and BBQ basted chicken, sharp cheddar cheese, lettuce, banana pepper, onion, jalapenos, oil, salt, pepper and vinegar) and then chowing down on it in the car and not caring who can see you.
Happiness is getting through an aerobics tape and feeling sweaty and tired, and like I accomplished something big.
Happiness is warm, purring cats curled up next to me every night.
Happiness is coming home from work Monday morning and knowing that I don’t have to be at work again until 7PM Friday night.
“Love given when it is inconvenient is the greatest love of all. Kindnesses that are shared at a high cost to oneself are the most dear.”
Happiness is accomplishing some feat you never thought you could.
Happiness is a peanut butter and blackberry jelly sandwich.
Happiness is glow-in-the-dark body paints and a willing man.
Happiness is rain puddle stomping in business attire.
Happiness is a sunset on the beach and my sweetie to enjoy it with.
Happiness is chocolate sauce and all the places one can put it.
and most of all happiness is coming home to the man who has made my world a beautiful place, having his arms around me and hearing him say I love you. sighs
“Only when he no longer knows what he is doing, does the painter do good
things.” --Edgar Degas
Happiness is gloating over having food when people in third world countries don’t.
J/K
Happiness is knowing that Satan’s SO is wanting to top him. (I can only think of South Park here)
Happiness is getting an unexpected call from a friend you haven’t seen in years and discover that you can start back up immediately from where you left off.
Happiness is the moment you realize you are in love.
Happiness is eating a hot stew and fresh baked bread in front of a fireplace on a cold winter’s day.
Happiness is knowing you did something the best it could possibly be done.
Happiness is making someone smile when they were depressed.
Happiness is the first sip of a tall cup of hot chocolate with marshmellows, when your ears are still stinging from the cold wind, and your snow-soaked clothes have been shed for a pair of flannel pants and a big sweatshirt.
Happiness is a fling that turns out to be a good friendship.
Happiness is meeting someone and thinking, “We’re going to be really good friends.”
Happiness is knowing that this is the time you’re going to look back on and miss, and enjoying it as much as possible.
My own happiness is irrelevant. This does remind me of an interview with Boy George. When asked that same question, he simply answered, “a warm cock.” I don’t know, but I always found this funny - the wording of it, maybe…
“Sherlock Holmes once said that once you have eliminated the
impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be
the answer. I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible.
The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it that the merely improbable lacks.”
– Douglas Adams’s Dirk Gently, Holistic Detective
…finally having all the laundry done… finally having all the dishes done… finally having all the yardwork done… finally getting a moment to rest after doing a bunch of work around the house… hearing my boy say new words… hearing him laugh… seeing him “read”… entertaining the notion of having another baby… entertaining the notion of having a cool house… new shoes… new CDs… new books… a cold can of Coke… when my hair looks good without me even trying… you want I should stop?
“ChrisCTP-…the sweetheart of the SDMB…” --Diane
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Now there’s something meatier. 