I just told someone I was happy.  Really happy.  That never happens.

I took a little time off from the writing thing.  The last thing I wrote… we’ll just say it scared the hell out of me.  I wasn’t even sure where I was going with it when I started, and by the time I wrote the end of it I was realizing something I hadn’t admitted to myself.  A little heavy for me, but that’s what this whole venture is for, to open things up.  Hopefully as time goes by I don’t have to battle an upset tummy every time I let myself feel. 

I’m sorry, what was this post about, happiness?  Oh yeah.

First of all, the abundance of naked babies in my life this weekend was staggering.  However, the person that thought this abundance of babies was going to make my Mother want grandchildren less?  Oh, you were so wrong.

And I went shopping, a lot.  I’m not a fan of shopping, but the girls made five hours seem like a picnic, even overcoming the hangover and bloody toe.  You can’t beat buying wigs and hula hooping your way through a craft store.  A great way to pass the time.  Even better was seeing Tatum’s face when I modeled this purchase.  She was horrified, and I’m the meanest aunt ever because I took this opportunity to grab the camera and plop the wig on her head.

And what’s that?  Shannon’s eyes actually open in a picture?  She is the opposite of almost everyone I know, and her eyes actually stayed open after many cocktails!

So, we went a little picture crazy.  Upon later investigation it has been determined that it was a very touchy feely sort of evening, and we all had a great time.  Even though I almost had a panic attack at the dinner table, but things that could have been horrifying went well, and it was totally worth only getting five hours of sleep.

I made up for this weeks sleep deficit by becoming one with my couch Saturday evening.  The combination of lovely couch and ignoring the phone set me off to a great start for this week.  The visit to my favorite restaurant Sunday night capped off a really great weekend.

So yes, I’m happy.  It feels strange coming out of my mouth, but I am.

I feel more like myself when my immediate gut reaction is “Oh shit!  I just jinxed it.”