Yeah, I had no idea either.
We were all encouraged to reach out and have a positive “connection” with someone.
That explains all the happy faces in all the bars on that Friday night.
But I have a couple of problems with this…
I’m still digging out from that.
Second – with all the crap going on in the world right now, I would have hoped they could have come up with something besides “being happy” as a plan for world peace.
I doubt there’s many positive connections going on in the Middle East.
Let’s file that with the other war-stopping ideas like, “make love not war”.
I’ve spent quite a bit of time pondering what happened to me last Friday to see if any of it could have been considered more happy than usual.
For one, I survived the day.
I guess that’s a positive.
I don’t think I left the house.
No positive connections for me.
I guess I’m a failure.
They really picked the wrong day for this happiness thing.
It should be today.
She has been giddy for weeks with excitement over visiting Japan with some girlfriends and other type people.
I’ll stay home to mind the dogs and keep a candle in the window.
For the next ten days I’ll taste bachelorhood once again.
Looks like my day of happiness is March 23rd.
Yesterday she handed me what can only be called a manual for survival without her.
What garbage can goes to the curb on what day.
How to use the washer and dryer.
How much water to put in the rice cooker.
and so on.
It makes one wonder how I survived my younger life.
I suspect she thinks – not well.
I’m surprised there wasn’t a section on remembering to wash my hands after using the bathroom.
You’d think I would be happy as hell I can run around in my underwear, not shave or take a shower, watch girly shows on TV all night or eat pizza for every meal.
I will be.
Happiness is ignoring stuff and taking lots of naps.
Have fun my dear.
Bring me back lots of presents.
Or I’ll be grumpy.