Spring has finally sprung in Manhattan - and with it brings a sense of hope and happiness.
Over drinks the other night, my friends and I were discussing happiness - more to the point, what exactly is happiness. Of course, most of my table mates had the notion that happiness was the perfect mate, the perfect house etc...
I disagreed.
I think happiness is in the small details of everyday life.
Happiness is finding the perfect eyebrow shape.
Happiness is meeting a cute boy on the street.
Happiness is finding a job that you love.
Happiness is the perfect Cobb salad.
Happiness is a late night phone chat with your best friend.
Happiness is a clean apartment.
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MY LIFE ON THE LAM IN NYC'S EAST VILLAGE
5 comments:
oh, i think our little boy is finally growing up, excuse me while I wipe a tear from my eye. ( said with love and admiration) susan g
This is way too mature for mistermakeup. Who is the new ghostwriter? Bertha, anybody home?
Well, ol' MM does have a mature side!
Girl! Who the F knew! Nice to see this side.
you are right MM!
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