happiness...

... is a warm puppy (totally wonderful book, you should find it). or, in my case at this very moment, a brand new cushy, huggy leather chair and the louise rennison book that i'd forgotten was already in print. i'm fairly bursting with good mood at the moment, in spite of the nice round hole that i made in my finger with the screwdriver yesterday (it's small, and i'm very sure it's clean because i spent the morning playing with various kinds of bleach).

also, if i have to live in ft. collins' version of the projects, i will at least be amused because i think that's where the scooter twins live. and they match (today, in fact, it was matching bandanas. broncos, of course).