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Hump Day Happy

You guys didn’t even notice that I neglected you last week, did you? SHOW HUMP DAY HAPPY SOME LOVE.

Why I’m happy: I have made progress on my LJ Runway Monday Final Collection due sometime in October. I have returned my corrected galley pages for A COVENTRY WEDDING. I am slowly beating my insomnia and getting sleep again. My camera is home, and I have returned Lindsey’s to her unharmed.

Still, I’m always game for more things to be happy about; are you? If so, please give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll ask the little handcrafted goat who came home with me from the Smoky Mountains to clamber through this book and find your happiness.

 

The Happiness Goat is not affiliated with LiveJournal mascot Frank the Goat, Billy Goats Gruff, or any Capricorn I know. Maybe.

Hump Day Happy

There’s a Starbucks in my old town. I’m stunned.

What usually takes me eleven hours to drive took fourteen thanks to torrential rains, accidents (none involving us, thank goodness), and the slowest waiter east of the Mississippi. I think I’ve been urban too long and will have to readjust to the more relaxed pace of life in the Deep South. And also to being asked, “Sweet or unsweet?” when iced tea is ordered.

However, we are here safe and sound, though I’m not sure my nephew Aaron would agree. Apparently we froze him to death in the car. Fortunately, this did not prevent him from hours of texting with a certain lovely someone or watching two movies on the portable DVD player plugged into the cigarette lighter. Why didn’t we have all his technology when I was a teenager? (The movies, btw, were Monty Python and the Holy Grail and Little Miss Sunshine.)

You didn’t think I’d forget y’all, did you? I brought the book with me!

 

If you want something to be happy about, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll report back to you after I get some sleep.

There’s no place like home.

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Here are some testimonials from people I totally made up never met before:

“I didn’t think much of my answer from the book, ‘tinted windows.’ But that very day when I got in my car, I realized I was looking through tinted windows–then the woman ahead of me paid my toll. This book is a miracle!” MV, New Jersey

“Getting ‘dog tricks’ gave me new incentive to train my Jack Russell terrier. It’s only been a month, and I can tell he’s considering sitting now. Progress!” FF, Georgia

“Uh, ‘butter steamed carrots’? WTF?” TR, Wisconsin

Okay, so they’re not ALL winners. But if you want something to be happy about, or at least something to say WTF? about, please comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and we’ll see what happens.

 


Do it for Bambi.

Hump Day Happy

I’m happy because my cable (and therefore, my Internet connection) is back after many hours of being down for “maintenance.” Then again, who wouldn’t be happy with her very own Raggedy Chan Doll? Thanks, camillemulan!

If you, too, want something to be happy about, give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25 in comments, and I’ll tell you what the book says.

 

Hump Day Happy

It’s Wednesday, I know, and I’ll get to your bit of happiness. First, I want to share some of the good things about my week. I don’t have pictures of the sight that makes me smile from ear to ear, and that is Rexford G. Lambert and EZ running The Compound grounds together. They don’t play with each other yet, but they are able to enjoy being outside, unleashed within the fence, acting like dogs who’ve become part of the same pack.

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Hump Day Happy

 

 

Don’t think that all my work for Runway Mondays will make me forget that you deserve some happiness. You only need comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll find you a delightful bit of happiness from Barbara Ann Kipfer’s book.

Last week you said it was a plastic hamster. This week a snake. You’re having an acid flashback, aren’t you?

Hump Day Happy

 

 

I was recently perusing 14,0000 Things to Be Happy About and noticing how many of the Things seemed a bit dated. My edition of the book was from 1990, after all, when more than five of my readers could still remember Things like Bonwit Teller, David Brenner, and the phrase, “You turkey!”

Never say I’m not good to you. I recently acquired the 2007 version of 14,000 Things to Be Happy About, in which around 1,500 old Things were replaced with more up-to-date Things (sounds like the Playboy mansion). This also means that the order is not what it used to be so go ahead, use your birthdays again; you might see something new. Just remember that only works once.

Anyone–even Anonymous–need not be shy about giving me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25. After all, as the Pet Shop Boys have taught us, “Happiness is an option.”

You see what? A plastic hamster? Have you been drinking?

Hump Day Happy

I’m reading a good mystery and just finished a BLT, only without the T. Mmmm, bacon. Then I gave the dogs some all-natural dog biscuits as a treat. With everybody happy here, it’s only fair that you get to be happy, too.

You are welcome to give me a page number from 1 to 612 and another number between 1 and 30, and I will find your reason for happiness right here: