Happy Happy

My mom, who's 80 something, gets the biggest kicks out of the little things. Maybe the little things aren't so little to her. Today, after I stomped on the floor three times--she lives in her own downstairs apartment and this is our signal for her to come up cause we're going out to lunch--she comes up with a little dance singing "happy happy, I'm so happy." Too sweet. So, today, we're both happy happy.

Raining and chilly, but I still have the upstairs doors open to let the humidity in and a little fresh air. My toes are cold, but I guess it's time to get my shoes on and get out to run those errands anyway.

Remember, happy happy!
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