What I like about being happy is the devotion of my friends (and lover) to fostering it! Naturally, I try to return the favor, but I don't think anyone is keeping score.
Wow. Ziller! And it all happened without a prayer! Or paying money. Or promising to be celibate. That is a true miracle.
Last night I went outside and looked up for no reason and there was the rocket launch happening at that second. Pitch black sky. Bright light plowing through glowing more than any star ever, even Kolob, and leaving a glowing trail hundreds of miles wide and long shimmering into the night.
The Festivus Star! A true miracle. Like, for sure.
Before coming in to work this morning, I saw that my son had his Festivus tee (dark red with green lettering and holly on it) up on the wall next to the whiteboard in the kitchen, and written on said whiteboard, "Happy Festivus"! He called me a while ago and said he was still searching for a pole to put up and told me to prepare for the airing of the grievances, of which he has a number, and then for the feats of strength. I'm 76 years old, so I'll just forfeit on the feats of strength, but I can match him grievance for grievance. Looking forward. :)
It's fitting that Festivus and Joseph Smith's birthday is the same day. In the 1840s, all the women would air their grievances about JS on that day. He would always celebrate his birthday by asking a young female if she wanted to get his pole up so he could show her his feats of strength.
I got up in the middle of the night to relieve my bladder and, though I've successfully made the journey to the bathroom in the past, I successfully made the journey again.