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The Lil' Things That Make Me Happy

Well ... I asked my son what the point was of buying the dwarf bananas and he said, "The awesomeness of them. And they're portable," he exclaimed, in a very exhilarated voice. And then he grabbed one of the tiny bananas. I said, "All bananas are portable. He then said, "These are ... pocket-portable," and he stuck it in his pocket.

There ya go.

Okay ... last night, The Cowboy (my husband) offered to go to the grocery store to get some bread. He asked me if there was anything else that we needed. I mentioned that we needed lunch meat, cheese and some fruit. He took our son with him, and off they went.

Now ... what are these? These are just toooooooo cute to eat! I have to assume it was The Boy (my son) that talked his daddy into getting these precious little bananas. Only thing is ... they should have gotten six bunches - a bunch for everyone in the family. One bunch is equivalent to one actual banana.

I tried one. It tastes like a real banana, but it felt wrong eating it. Like it was a baby - like veal - like it wasn't done yet. I couldn't eat the whole thing.

I'm not sure what the point is of these "dwarf" bananas. They are hard to open and you have to open more than one to get the satisfaction you get with the "usual" fruit.

On the upside ... they are simply adorable and they make me happy just looking at them! Every time I walk by the fruit bowl in our kitchen, I smile.

Yesterday, I grabbed my purse, walked out of the house, locked the front door and walked to my car. On the way down the sidewalk I began saying (out loud), "I hope there's gas in my car. I hope there's gas in my car. I hope there's gas in my car." I repeated this phrase over and over, as if chanting it out loud would actually make the thing so. I knew there was not gas in my car, as I had seen the gauge the day before, pointing to the big "E", but still I hoped - there was gas in my car.

Sometimes my husband will drive my car and fill the gas tank for me (pretty often). I was sooooooo hoping this was one of those times, as I was already late for a dentist appointment. Needless to say - there was no gas in my car.

I love it when I go to my car, look at my gas gauge and - there is a full tank of gas (especially when I didn't put it there)! It doesn't take much to make me happy - really!

On the upside ... I can now assure myself that - chanting something over and over - does not make anything happen (I should just stop doing that!).