100 Happy Days #11

Playing games with some of my favorite people makes me very happy indeed–even if I have to travel 250 miles to do it.
100 Happy days #9

These, my friends, are my great big, fluffy, soft, squishy, burgundy slippers. They are not too tight and not too wide and have plenty of wiggle room for all my wiggly toes and have the good sense not to pinch anywhere. For that very reason, I have nearly worn them clear out–although I just got these dear things for Christmas–two months ago.
If I could wish a good fortune-y kind of wish for you–it would be that you could have a pair of squishy slippers to slog around in…
just like these ones.
Believe me, your feet would be very, very happy.
Mine certainly are.
100 Happy Days #6

What would a list of happiness be without a picture of my dear, sweet, silly old three legged cat…hmmmm? This sturdy fellow has had a pretty tough old life. As a matter of fact, this guy has been a fighter since he was very young–quite literally–whopping great, big, mean cats out of our yard and sometimes neighborhood, not to mention the dogs, three times his size that are sorry they ever met him.
He’s come home with cuts and scrapes and even a completely broken tail one time. He’s been shot with a BB gun more times than I care to think about–(an angry post that shall forever remain unwritten) and has several nicks in his ears and scars on his head to prove it.
He was kidnapped–no, I’m not kidding–and taken nearly 50 miles away and after 9 days, found his way back to us–terrifically skinny and scarred up, but happily home. Then, last year, as you may know, he broke his back leg and was so brave about it, that we didn’t even know for a month. Eventually, he lost that leg, but sincerely–if you saw him, you’d swear he had no idea it was even gone. He’s gained weight since and his coat is thick and shiny again as if he were a youngster…but he’s not.
He has followed me around since he was a kitten and still seems to be happy enough just sitting a few inches away from me–no matter where I am. This very minute, he is laying dangerously close to the office chair I’m typing in, completely content to stay until I go upstairs. He’ll come with me, I know.
I’m pretty sure, this little kitty is the dearest, most loyal, non-judgemental friend I have ever had. I love him so much.
Please, just live forever, Beany.
Could you do that?
It would make me so happy.
100 Happy Days #4

I’ve done a bit of study on the subject and have found that Sprouted Wheat Bread is suppose to be a healthier choice than whole wheat–and of course, almost anything is better than white bread. So, thinking that I’d have to go to some fancy-schmancy organic health food store to find it was a bit daunting. Imagine my surprise to find it at my own little old grocery store–one measly block from my house. It makes a great sandwich and lovely toast.
All in all, a better, healthier choice and…
it makes me very, very happy.