“Happily-ever-after,” I’m happy to tell you, Silver, begins with “happily”… in more ways than one.
So the next time a loved one sets out to find it, maybe have them consider that the trail may turn frosty cold, if it’s not set out upon happily.
There, that should get you started. I mean, them.
To be or not to be happy, Silver, really is the question. As if it needed to be multiple choice.
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Happy, happy, happy. What’s the point? Seems like a waste of time to me. I mean…Wednesday gets humped. Friday? Everybody thanks god. Monday is hated. Tuesday is ignored. Saturday gets the parties and Sunday gets to rest. What about me? I get nuttin’ honey… But the Universe wants me–and everyone else–to get out to find happy? Seriously? And why should I have to go looking for happiness? Shouldn’t it just fall into my lap, like one of those sweet young things and the hardened hero in a romance novel. Besides, who wants to start a journey when it’s cold outside? Not me. I’m Thursday. I’m bookended by heat. Why give that up to get frosted?
Yeah, yeah, it beats the alternative, right? Of course it does. So bundle up, dearies, and lets go all Frodo on the world’s @$$. Or you can put on a kilt and paint half your body blue. If that’s what makes you happy.