sometimes the clothes do not make the man!

Offline life, you are a wacky, demanding beast. Just this past week, we've had our second car accident in two weeks (no damage, we're all fine here, now, thank you, how are you?) our first setting-off of the smoke detectors in the new house (they're all linked, and they tell you to evacuate in this funky electronic voice. it would have been hilarious had I not been so busy opening the windows to make sure The Boy did not suffocate us all), and my credit card number was possibly stolen in some processing center transaction the credit card company is being a little coy about (AWESOME).

Also, it's cold as fuck outside. No, actually, colder.

And yet I am happy. I think my Wheaties have been spiked. Or else it's my ( interweb happy places! )

In other news, while packing one of my bookshelves the other night, I kept cracking up. Well, first the James Patterson "Women's Murder Club" books (The Boy's) made me smile sadly and mourn the passing of the show, and then alllll the Arthurian and Robin Hoodsian books made me giggle (mine, I confess, but I'd had them for years. causality, it went the other way this time), and then I laughed out loud when I ran across the John Ringo books (belonging to both of us, but NOT the Paladin of Shadows OH JOHN RINGO NO books--these are the scifi, largely coauthored ones, all of which we bought before, y'know). But still, oh no, John Ringo!

(The nonfiction shelves had their moments, too, like when I realized I had just packed Alfred Thayer Mahan's "The Influence of Sea Power Upon History 1660-1783" next to Chris Packard's "Queer Cowboys." Highbrow, lowbrow, and every brow in between, that's us.)

And now I have tandoori chicken and sarsaparilla for lunch. \o/

What's making everyone else happy/content/less miserable right now? (Answers like "Cadbury Eggs are for sale again" are totally valid.)