Seinfeld.

My wife leaves me things I like in places I am sure to find them (mini Hershey Special Dark.) She never says a thing about it before or after, she just does it. When I find one it makes me happy cause I know she was thinking about me. She gets sweeter the longer we're married (11 years now.)

Going to bed before midnight once a month and realizing how healthy it feels the next morning.

Receiving an actual paper postcard from my currently overseas SO in addition to all the e-mail, IM and skype.

Having won a ticket for the Berlin International Film Festival.

No pants.

A fresh set of sheets on the bed.

Oh, me too. I used to try to fool my daughters AND my wife. Problem was, I didn't always know when to stop. We finally worked out a system. If I was stringing any of them along and they were buying it, hook line and sinker, I would just keep pouring it on to see how outlandish I could make it before they finally caught on (while still trying to keep an air of believability). Finally, I told them that if they ever asked me "Honest Injun?" (yeah, don't get started on political correctness. Back then political correctness didn't exist), I was honor bound to come clean if I was telling the truth or not.

The good thing about it was they would usually forget to ask and I would just let it go. Those poor girls grew up with some really bad misconceptions and totally wacko facts.

That first swallow from an ICE COLD beer, after finishing a hot game of squash.

I got a quick "blast from the past" memory after MisterIQ shared the a-cappella video (posted here)

For a time I lived in Elizabeth, NJ. Made somewhat famous (infamous?) by the Sopranos but known to most NJ as the skidmarks that is the underpants of NJ. It has nothing much redeeming about it. I lived on the border of the "bad section" of town. I was poor, didn't drive, couldn't afford a car and took the bus to the train station to get to work. One cold blustery day I was sitting at the bus stop and 3 guys came into the little plexiglass hut and started doing the most awesome acappella ever. They sang "My Girl". They weren't singing to me, but they were singing to me, if you know what I mean. I was sitting there, probably looking forlorn, cold and miserable and they just made my morning. I clapped wildly and they broke into other Motown hits. Their voices were in perfect pitch, their harmony on spot. I wished I could have listened all day. This was some 20 plus years ago and I can still hear them. We chatted a bit before my bus came. I wondered if they were waiting on a bus or just walking around cheering up sad white women that day. I wish I knew their names so I could give them their proper recognition. I hope they got a recording deal, they were amazing.

I find that I am happiest when my wife is telling me what to do.

(at least that's what she seems to think)

When I'm sitting in the cafeteria or a public place, and that white noise that comes from too many conversations going on at once is there. But not when people are being loud and obnoxious, or bothering me.

Chemistry.

My chemistry teacher.

Music.

When I can accomplish something on a computer(or rather 'in' it(hardware)).

I'm mildly surprised that there's anything on the list at all, a little.

my kids laughing. that always cheers me up. oh an killing hookers..... on Grand Theft Auto. did you seriously think i dig killing hookers? weirdos!!!

Being inebriated

Sunny summer days with nothing to do

Friends

Comedy

Sitting at home with the one you love

Sitting next to a lit fireplace on a cold winter day

Making people laugh

Art

Heroin

HAHA jk

Express Yourself by Charles Wright. This is the 3rd thread I've posted this in but I can't help the song is just so upbeat it makes me want to smile and dance

<a href='http://www.plime.com/redir.p?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8zZZFRCePU' class='plime' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'><b>flash video</b></a>

Christmas Shopping is officially done!!!!!