I know what would make me happy. Besides winning the Powerball. To learn to love things in transition, not just once in a while, always. My husband does, and I believe he's happy. And I'm happy when I see things his way, for a few minutes. I crave instant gratification and fight messes like plaque. My baby'd never know because I let her get "down and dirty" all she wants but my heart sinks watching spagetty slide down the walls. I keep on smiling, and they keep on sliding, and I CAN"T STAND IT !!!! Ok, I'm off to clean up..