Ok, in no specific order...
Afrin. This is magic in a bottle without a genie. I tried it in January with less-than-awesome results, and this time I used the heavy duty stuff. At first I scream "It burns! Oh it burns!" but then in a little while, I'm breathing in and out without it sounding disgustingly juicy. And I can say I'm fine instead of find. That comes in handy when I'm trying to seduce Matt.
Our new Dyson. A couple weeks ago, against my better judgement, we bought a Dyson. It was almost 50% off, I've been annoyed at our current vacuum, and Matt said DO IT! So I did. I bought it online and picked it up at Sears a couple hours later. I can't believe the dog hair that ends up in the canister. That's the best part. You can see everything you suck up. I keep saying that I can't believe that Olive's not naked with all the hair I keep vacuuming up. Isn't vacuum such a weird word? Anyway, if only the Kirby guys that came by a few months ago knew about this. They are the ones that inspired my longing for a new vacuum, more specifically a Kirby. But since I don't want to go into debt for a vacuum (they thought this idea was preposterous), I sold out and bought a much cheaper vacuum that is likely ripping my carpet apart. You win some, you lose some.
The thought that my Nike+ SportBand will come soon. Since I don't have a cool phone that has cool apps, this little cutie will tell me how far I run. I'm gonna be that really cool person that wears two watches. One will be this, and the other will be my Polar heart rate monitor/calorie counter. COOL. (how many times did I write cool? four. how many were sarcastic cools? two.)
And that's all the happiness I can muster for now. It was really descriptive happiness.