…Realizing that you’ve missed a week of icanhascheezburger.com and catching up.
…being so happy that you find yourself singing out loud in public, even though you’re normally a very shy and reserved person.
Or PostSecret.
Friday night, good food, beer, husband, cats, and tv.
Googled… and… interesting
You have to wake up at 5:30am to go to work… in winter. You awaken wit ha slight start, thinking you’re late or the alarm hasn’t gone off. You look at the clock radio…
12:57am.
I love you. You’ve hit one of the nails on it’s head.
…Holding your head against a cat* and hearing it’s insides working away. It’s heartbeat, stomach movements, etc…
[sub]*Substitute ‘cat’ for ‘SO’,‘baby’, whatever[/sub]
I’ve found there to be more variety at ihasahotdog.com, actually.
That may be true (emphasis on ‘may’) but I am, and always will be, a cat person.
edit: beecos da cats hav da funnay and da kyoot
hearing a bad joke and laughing until your sides ache (I don’t know about you, but that sets my mood for a good day or more)
Oh and seconded on holding a cat and hearing/feeling it purr
… remembering on Friday evening, and then again on Sunday afternoon, that Monday is a public holiday.
…the cuddle after good sex with someone you love. With the dog cosying up. (Afterward! The dog is allowed on the bed after!)
…singing along to music that’s exactly what you want to hear.
“…we’d like to publish your story.”
Christmas morning, any year from 5 to 14 years of age. Heck, it was pretty joyful after 14, too, but not quite as magical.
Joy is also: the joy that the dog expresses upon your arrival home, the wagging and the agonised barks of JOY!!! at having you back again, in JOY!! so fierce I fear she’ll wag her tail right off, and that this JOY!! is contagious, in a very good way.
The dog says: Joy is cheese, squeaky bone play, and cuddling in the human bed with the humans.
When you’ve been devastated by horrific, violent and tragic loss, the kind of loss that makes your world shake and spin, and all you can do is sob and weep in a ball on the couch - and then the dog (who somehow knows) comes over to nuzzle with you, and won’t leave your person until the tears subside for a few moments.
Dogs are joy!
(And I’m off to walk mine in the winterwonderland that is my hometown at the moment.)
Sitting in a comfy chair reading the Dope, and listening to the wind blow outside while you’re all snug and cozy within. Bliss.
…a dishwashing detergent.
Jamming to a song, accidentally stumbling across a perfect counter-melody, and being able to keep it going for three minutes straight.
Heroin. Thankfully, I never got hooked, and I don’t find it worth the expense and the danger of the impurities. But if someone convinced me that heaven was a continuous heroin trip, I would be a Christian.
A snow emergency that closes campus. Still joyous even when you’re all growed-up.
Saving up all the good stuff on the DVR and staying up late on Saturday to enjoy.
Dog paws. Kitteh paws.
… the first cup of coffee in the morning.
… looking forward to going to class because you will learn something useful.
… entertainment that is both thoughtful and entertaining.
… watching a cat.