Nibble This!

04/2007

I’m willing to do the unusual if it leads to happiness. Especially if it leads to happiness. I said this recently to a friend of mine. I wasn’t talking about sex but she was hearing sex. No surprise there!

So let me say it again. I’m willing to do the unusual if, especially if, it leads to happiness. Suddenly I feel I’ve said too much. Allow me to explain.

I do a lot of unusual things. For example, I don’t know why, but I’m magnetically drawn to racks of cheap sunglasses. Also, I can’t get excited about Soduko. And, I don’t eat as much as I nibble. I’m a nibbler. Warning – don’t try to out-nibble me. You’ll be sorry. You’ll be so hungry, you’ll end up face down in a bowl full of cashew chicken faster than Paris Hilton can say, “hot!”

Just ask the staff at P.F. Chang’s in Portland, Oregon. My friend, Stacy, is still there working her way through a piece of cheesecake. She’s been there for a week. Poor girl, she tried to out-nibble me.

Sorry, but nibbling makes me happy. Walking makes me happy. Laughing makes me happy. Money makes me happy. Love makes me happy. Not that MY happiness is that important because frankly, in the grand scheme of things, I understand “my happiness” doesn’t rank anywhere near the top-ten most important things in the world – probably not even near the top twenty.

But for one person in particular, my well-being is of great importance. He’ll drop a call from Hong Kong. He’ll cut a business meeting short. He’ll make clients wait. Well, he’ll almost make clients wait. He’s definitely willing to do the unusual if it leads to happiness. Especially if it leads to happiness.

Excuse me, but suddenly I feel I’ve said too much.