Behold, before your eyes I present to you the meaning of happiness:
My husband gets an e-mail from someone at work who scored front row center seats to a Jonas Brothers concert. His co-worker said anyone who wants them, they can have them for free. He asks my 9-year-old daughter if she wants to go.
Wait for it.
Wait for it some more.
Are you ready?
Yes, my friends, the definition of happiness is watching your daughter turn down an opportunity her friends would die for. Why? BECAUSE SHE HAS NO FRIGGIN' IDEA WHO THE JONAS BROTHERS ARE!
Why? Because the music she listens to is good, like the Beatles, Beach Boys, Bon Jovi and...okay...a little "Barbie Girl" thrown in there for good measure.
I am the IRON JESTER simple as 3.14159265. In my senior high school English class, we were assigned groups to write a soap opera. The group next to mine wrote me as a character. Instead of using my real name, Terri Fortney, they penned "Very Distortney." I took it as a dig then but now it's the highest compliment.