Taking pics of my pets in the dark with the negative setting.
Gir's thinking, golly, my human gets weirder every day.
Cookie's ok with the weird; he knows a treat is coming his way any second. He wouldn't look away if a bear came crashing through the window (watch out for the window-crashing-bears-of-Kansas; they break in, delete your dvr recordings, eat all the strawberries you were saving for lunch, and usually don't clean up after themselves).
This is happy and pretty, a twofer.
So pretty. I wanted to pet it, but I dug deep, and found a tiny bit of restraint.
I can't begin to tell you how happy I was when I heard about this on the news.
They actually use brooms.
They have playoffs and finals and a world championship.
They have a magazine called the Monthly Seer.
We're driving to Tennessee for the National Storytelling Festival that same week,
or I would absolutely pull the kids out of school and sit on the sidelines and celebrate
the fact that sometimes, people are awesome beyond the telling of it.
This is happy-making at its best.
I just found out there's a team in Kansas.
Just when I thought life couldn't get any better:
Here's more people discovering that playing like a kid is the secret to happiness:
professional snowball playing
It turns out the Quidditch teams aren't the only ones having a blast.
This vid is at the top of the happy list.
It's not the funniest of the series, but its got the least Jersey Shore type language.