I'm eating a giant Wendy's bacon cheeseburger while typing this post. If that ain't a happy thing, I don't know what is.
This picture right here is a happy thing. Baby derp face and my uber-sexy pajama pant/fake Ugg boot ensemble.
Having my mom here allowed me to go help out in Olivia's classroom today sans Remy. I loved seeing that she has teachers that are passionate about what they do. That's most definitely a happy thing.
I was an idiot, slacker parent who somehow managed to let her kid burn his hand on her flat iron this morning. That is most definitely not a happy thing.
(I'm still groveling at the poor child's feet.)
And you know what's a really, really happy thing?
Friends that will send you a little slice of home. Just because.