Happiness 101


Our local news had a story about an actual class to learn how to be happy.  Happiness 101.  I think it's a sad state that we need to be taught to be happy. We're too stressed and worried.  I'm pretty happy, most days, well, some days. I could teach you what to do to be happy. Here's some ideas-

  • Stop doing laundry for anyone but yourself.  When someone (your kids) ask where their clothes are, tell them to look wherever they took them off.
  • Buy sunglasses for your teenagers, make them wear them at.all.times. Then, you won't see the eye rolls. 
  • Unplug your alarm clock. Unplug your husband's alarm clock. Sleep till you can't sleep no more. (Then do some other stuff.)
  • Stock up on cup-of-soup and corn dogs.  When the kids ask what's for dinner- make that 'W' with your hands. Whatever.
  • Eat chocolate at each meal. Heck, eat chocolate for each meal.
  • Every time it snows (which it's doing right now) declare a snow day and refuse to leave the house.  Drink hot chocolate with a side of chocolate.
  • Watch Spanglish instead of the news. 
  • Throw out all your jeans. Wear sweats and muu-muus.  Go barefoot.
I'm going to try these.  I'll let you know if it works.

Comments

  1. TangledLouNovember 19, 2011 at 9:17 PM

    This is all extremely sound advice. I will follow it immediately.

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  2. meegzNovember 19, 2011 at 9:22 PM

    Love it all!!!

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  3. Jenn and CaseyNovember 20, 2011 at 6:44 AM

    Hahahahahaha!!! This was great. Here's hoping some of these work for you ;)

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  4. CharityNovember 20, 2011 at 12:16 PM

    oh my gosh! so laughing right now!
    you are amazing! what a gift you have for writing!!

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