She is every synonym of happy: blissful, blithe, can't complain, captivated, cheerful, chipper, chirpy, content, convivial, delighted, ecstatic, elated, exultant, flying high, gleeful, gratified, jolly, joyous, jubilant, laughing, light, merry, mirthful, on cloud nine, overjoyed, peaceful, peppy, perky, pleased, sparkling, sunny, thrilled, tickled pink, upbeat, walking on air.
Yeah. She's good.
In case you're not on Facebook or Twitter, or in case you ignore me on Facebook or Twitter, or in case you don't care and now feel cornered because I'm telling you anyway (my apologies), I'm painting my kitchen. Yellow. It will happen slowly over the summer. Very slowly, because that's how I paint, and I'm still trying to decide how much blue or white to throw into the mix, but every time I walk in and see these yellow cupboards, I feel happy.
Yeah. I'm easily pleased.
"Oh, no! I have to water my worms!"
That's what Ramona said last night, thanks to a summer library program. They played with mud, made an earthworm home in a water bottle, (Atticus keeps telling her he'll steal those worms for his garden), drew and decorated a mural (Ramona handled the prairie dogs), and sang Dirt Made My Lunch for library patrons.
I hope we didn't kill the worms. If they're anything like houseplants in my hands ....
Yeah. They're goners.
Yeah. This will be Heaven.