Happiness Is Expensive

Happiness Is Expensive

Seeing the above neon sign, Anne had to ask, “I thought that the best things in life were free?”

The best things in life are free
But you can keep them for
the birds and bees
Now give me money
Written by Berry Gordy and Janie Bradford

Sunday morning Anne and I went for a walk. We headed up to Wydown, where we were passed by dozens and dozens of cyclists. Two to them being friends and fellow Kaldi teammates, Bill and Mary. They updated us on this year’s MS-150. We plan on doing next year’s ride, having missed this year’s for Robyn and Teresa’s wedding. Word to G4 relatives, but more particularly to their moms, our weekend after Labor day is booked.

We had breakfast at My Daddy’s Cheesecake and no we did not have dessert. During breakfast we discovered that I like bread and butter and Anne likes toast and jam. The Newbeats song playing over the restaurant’s speakers helped to illustrate these preferences. This was a happy breakfast.

I like bread and butter,
I like toast and jam,
that’s what my baby feeds me,
I’m her loving man.

The rest of Sunday was spent working. I power washed the back porch. This was in preparation of water proofing it. I won’t bore you by going on and on about my chores. Anne spent the rest of Sunday preparing for her new assignment, but for more on that you’ll have to wait until the next post.

If you find that happiness is expensive, then either you are spending too much, or you’re using the wrong kind of coin.

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