H is for Happiness. The happiness of a dear friend, her new husband, and her two best friends, getting married in Vegas! By Elvis! In fabulous outfits! Congrats again, kids! Happiness=health. A certain bunny's sexy new blood cells and you better believe we're fuckin' happy about it! Although, for the record, the words "blood in urine" sound just a little less dire when coupled in the same sentence with "magna-doodle". I'm just sayin'. Love ya, bunny, keep on keepin on! Happiness comes from an anonymous note saying you're special, or a fan letter from Japan saying hey, I like your writing. Happiness is not having a period. Ever ever again. I'm not using the plumbing, why can't they just rip it out? Happy to have taken a week off. Not so happy that nothing seems resolved at casa del homos. I should mention for the record that happiness is two kinds of ice cream, finding your skate key and tying your shoe (If you're not a Charlie Brown fan, you won't get that). Happiness is that feeling you get when you repot a plant and it doesn't immediately die. When you post a chapter of a story knowing the next one's almost done. Happiness is knowing I don't have to be on the phones this Monday, and that in another week we'll be training and working morning shifts again. Happiness can be found in a painting, an invitation, a silly quiz, a remembered quote or sharing favorite movies and songs. Still, happiness costs, and I know I'll be much happier on payday.