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Jim Beam Rye and coke makes me happy. And I don't mean just the 'heading towards tipsy' happy, I mean happy, because it's a fine tasting drink. And I like that. And I like that my dad gave it to me for my birthday. But what makes me happier? Sharing* a glass with my darling man as we watch the movie Gran Torino. That was a movie we saw trailers for, but did not go to the movies to see. I'm still really glad we own it now. It's just a wonderful movie. It's funny and bittersweet and real.

*I first typed that out as 'sharking' which is a whole new typo-word I've not come across before. But part of me wonders how the definition would go for such a word. Hunting sharks? Pretending to be a shark? Chasing wo/menfolk in a predatory yet lusty manner?

Got three whole hours on Sacred 2 today, without it crashing, although I swear it came close two or three times. Not to mention three hours on that game, for all I didn't seem to actually do a lot, was, well, quite enough thank-you.

I didn't straighten my hair like I planned to, or do the load of laundry. Both of those can be done tomorrow, though. In the morning. Because tomorrow afternoon Alan and I are visiting the Southward Car Museum. That shall be fun.

Fin.

Alan came home this morning, after two days in Auckland. Funny that a trip that takes me hours by trains takes him only one hour by air. But still... happy to have him back. It makes sleeping at night that little bit easier.

Going out for lunch, and then up to Peka Peka for a bit of sunbathing. It's August and technically still winter and so it makes me happy that even for a little while, I could get some sun on my skin (not long, though, before cool breezes became too much, and the clothing came back on).

It makes me happy to see Gratch playing with one of the freebies Alan brought home from the expo, a stress ball that is light enough that she can bat around and pick up and rake and chase all around the house. It makes me happy to hear the jingle of the bell on her collar as she goes chasing it down the hallway, or even, for a minute, batting it to me so I could bat it to her. So cute. Just like how she becomes the velcro-kitty on my man's computer chair, climbing up the sides to perch on the top and 'kill' the chair.

Fin.

I have discovered that deciding to do a meme involving a positive mood post, seems to just invite frustration and bad moods from me. Thus, today, I have left it to the latest to try and discern something about today that has made me happy...

Completing wordfinds and drawing spaceship schematics, that makes me happy. Lorne-centric fanfic, particularly of a Lorne/Weir or Lorne/Teyla flavour, that makes me happy. (If I could find more than the 2-3 Lorne/Beckett fics I've ever found, that would make me ecstatic. So would being able to complete the Lorne/Beckett fic idea I had when I first discovered that pairing.)

Fin.