First off, I got a birthday present from Maya. Gods and Monsters! Sweet, lovely Ian McKellen to warm the cold cockles of my heart. Also, I got a picture of Stan, my MSN smilie boyfriend. (He's the one with a straight line mouth and wide-open eyes.) So they're all sitting in a happy pile on my desk right now, until I get time for movie-watching.
But that's not all. Okay, this begins with a story. When Sarah was very little, we used to have to entertain her in the car. One day, I took the plastic snowman off a Christmas candy-filled plastic cane and stuck it on top of my Chapstick. And danced it about. The snowman stuck on the lid, and I couldn't get it off. So I just kept it on my Chapstick. And when it came time to replace my Chapstick, I switched out the lids and kept the snowman. Fast forward at least six years, and I still had the snowman. I was very attached to it. It had been with me for a long time. Then, just before Thanksgiving last year, I couldn't find my Chapstick. I looked everywhere. I turned the apartment upside down. I had lost it, and the snowman.
I've been despondent. I would be walking to campus, and kind of think about the fact that my lips were a bit parched, which would immediately segue into, "I miss the snowman!" I really, really missed the snowman. Like, a lot.
I found it at work today! It was sitting on a desk! I squealed at a frequency that was inaudible to the human ear, "My snowman!" So he's sitting on my jewelry box right now. I don't care what happened, and I'm trying not to think about the fact that the Chapstick's missing so someone had to have gone to a lot of effort to get the snowman off the lid. I'm just glad he's safe and sound.
It really doesn't take much to make me happy.