I've been saving this image for a while, waiting for a special occasion. For some reason, it seems necessary to post it today, despite the fact that I have nothing exciting to report and no major coups to celebrate. Steve Carrell still hasn't asked me out on a date (the brute), but when he does, I will repost this picture and let out a triumphant YULP.
Instead, I'm posting it because (POLLYANNA ALERT!) it feels pretty good to be alive, healthy, productive, and loved. I mean it. Everything else is buttercream frosting, I guess. Also, spring is coming and there ain't nothing wrong with that. ALSO: furry belly love. IN ADDITION: how much do we love this guy? ADORBS. I'm not sure whose paws I want to pinch first.
I'm also posting this for you, in case you've had a triumph large or small. Whatever it is, tell us all about it so we can gloat with you.
P.S. Thank you all for you amazing suggestions to my query below - I knew you would come up with imaginative responses. Keep 'em coming (if you feel so inclined).
Photograph via easy/lucky/free.
