Hump Day Happy

Here they are, the ever-vigilant meerkats, ready to snatch happiness from the 14,000 Things to Be Happy About book. You need only to give them a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and happiness can be yours.

As always, thanks for playing. And if you somehow miss this on Wednesday, you can still ask. Happiness isn’t like mayonnaise. There’s no expiration date.

27 thoughts on “Hump Day Happy”

    1. “winding country roads, leading past rustic farms with weathered barns and stone fences”

      You’re welcome. (I love stone fences, so this made me happy, too.)

      1. Back in the ‘burgs

        Apart from the stone fence, this is what I would see in certain areas of Blacksburg when biking. On the other hand, in England I would normally see stone fences and no barns and rustic farms. In Northern VA, people stick their bikes on their cars and spend the day on the interstate parkinglot with their cell phones.

        1. Re: Back in the ‘burgs

          In Northern VA, people stick their bikes on their cars and spend the day on the interstate parkinglot with their cell phones.

          Humans are funny, funny creatures.

      2. Stone fences……hmmmm……that sounds so pastoral and peaceful. A weather vane would be nice too.
        Also makes me think of Ireland or what I think Ireland would look like. I’ve never been.

        1. Ireland is one of my dream places. I may never go, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve been there a thousand times in my dreams.

          Do you remember the 1981 movie Excalibur? It provided many of my visions of Ireland.

      1. I’ve been looking at his sandwich posts and thinking, “Hmm, I wonder what they have for the vegetarians?” Because some of those things are drool-worthy. And yes, the Gateway City is teeming with wonderful places to sit and while away a morning-to-afternoon. You should come and see some of them. (This is a hint.)

    1. For Dash:

      “divorce sales”

      For you:

      “the country, viewed through a curtain of warm summer rain, taking on exquisite watercolor tints from smoky blue to tarnished silver”

    1. “the detector in an aspirin that tells it exactly what part of the body to go to”

      Someone’s had that before–maybe you–so I went to the older edition of the book, just in case it would offer a new one:

      “kilns”

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