“Like dough, your happiness is about to rise.” That was the re line of an email I received from a local deli/bakery. I signed up for their email list a while back, and once a month or so, I get an email with mouth-watering pictures and discount announcements. But today’s started me thinking once again about happiness.
To be honest, dough, in and of itself, does make me happy. Pizza, bread, money. Who wouldn’t be happy with dough (unless you were gluten-intolerant)?
Money will make me happy. I invested $25 on some squares in a Super Bowl pool. I’m not sure of the prize payouts, but I’m pretty confident that I’ll make my money back.
Pizza will make me happy. I haven’t had pizza in weeks and I think the weekend calls for a special treat. Of course, I won’t even try to pick up a pizza on Sunday afternoon during the Big Game. Everyone else will have the same idea!
Bread will make me happy. Well, not real freshly-baked, out-of-the-oven warm bread. I’ve been craving pigs-in-a-blanket for weeks, so I’ll take some canned crescent rolls, gently open the package (it’s like a Jack-in-the-Box that surprises you when it pops open!), and wrap some mini-hot dogs in the dough. Bake for a few minutes, dip in mustard, and be in heaven. My Big Game treat while I’m making some money on my gambling.
What about you?