Sunday was Creamsicle Day and for some unknown reason myself was all crabby and out of sorts. Pleasing myself was impossible so I suggested to myself that we eat a Creamsicle; and myself replied, I hate Creamsicles; and so I said, Oh come on, nobody hates Creamsicles; and myself replied, I have always hated Creamsicles.
Sometimes myself is impossible. Is yourself ever impossible, hard to please, and you worry if you bite yourself you might die? Nothing is wrong: and that is the problem because you feel like everything is wrong and you are not being supported?
I couldn’t do a thing with myself so I finally decided we might as well get it over with and have a Creamsicle.
The minute I took the Creamsicle out of the fridge and unwrapped it, myself began to smile a little; and soon I was licking my Creamsicle while mentally making a list of a few of the little things that made me happy:
The smell of grass just mowed;
A Hershey bar with almonds:
Cold bottles of Coke;
Driving somewhere early in the morning, watching the street lights come on;
Having my hair shampooed;
Looking through old pictures;
The smell of bacon frying;
An empty dishwasher;
A good book;
My red keen sandals;
A clean car;
An impromptu hug;
Balbo, our oversize teddy bear;
A phone call from a good friend who wants to visit; when she is not in her car going some place;
El Morno on Facebook;
Sleeping dogs—they are just so cute;
Finding a dime;
Clean sheets on my bed;
Root beer floats;
Hearing a song that reminds me of Joe;
Breakfast on the weekends;
Taking a great picture with my camera;
Sharing a Creamsicle;
Nothing on my list is earth shattering—it’s just a list of some of the little things that make my heart happy at any given moment. What is on your happy list? Odd Loves Company!