I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it here, or if you may have heard me while running naked and screaming around South Huntsville, but I am a busy lady.  I am often overbooked, overtired, and underpatient.  Which is not a word, and yet it seamlessly describes my patience level on any given day.  And I even misused seamless there, because that is NOT the right word for that sentence, but you know what?  Too busy to change it.

There are some things in my life that have made things so much easier.  OTHER than whiskey, you know about the whiskey, would I shut up about the whiskey already?  Well, I will.  But just for the record, it really helps Binja’s cough.

No, I’m talking about the non-alcoholic life enhancers.  And not even in powder form. (Well, okay, I take that back.  Hang in there.) These are little (LEGAL)(I think) things that you can pick up that really do simplify or organize or whatever to take just three seconds out of “doing chores” and puts it back where those seconds need to be: WRITING ON YOUR DAMN BLOG.

So let me share.  Aren’t you excited?

So these little babies have made my life SOOO much better.  Look, I’m OCD about a lot of things, but my closet?  Ain’t one of them.  In fact, clothes in general don’t get any attention from me.  If they’re clean, I wear them.  If they’re not, they go in the hamper.  Then some magic elf cleans them later and puts them back in the basket.  While in our last rental house, I was known to let clothes accumulate in The Chair in our bedroom.  Like, for a long time.  Massively long amounts.  So much so that while going through my maternity wardrobe, I found some pieces I bought WHILE I WAS STILL IN MY FIRST FEW WEEKS OF PREGNANCY AT THE BOTTOM of The Chair.

These hangers?  Make hanging up clothes a breeze.  Seriously.  The OCD in me is soothed by the massive amounts of clothes, lined up so neatly in my closet, and how everything is so neatly hung.  And the flocking prevents all of my spagetti-straps from sliding to the closet floor.  Seriously.  ADORE THESE. (And at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, they come in packs of 50.  Take in one of those 20% off coupons when you buy them, and you’re golden.)

These aren’t the exact thing that have improved my life, and I feel like I have failed you for that.  But I can say that these melamine bowls from Target are PRETTY durn close to the bowls that HAVE changed my life.  The bowls I found were on clearance, over in the “Shop for College” section that I sulk by because OHMYGOD, IWOULDDOTHATIFIWERESINGLE.  But I saw these bowls, and I stopped in my tracks and actually exclaimed “BRYAN, WE MUST HAVE THESE.”

Which was weird, since I was by myself.  But alas, I am slightly fanatical about my bowls.

Bryan and I HATE the bowls that accompany our dishes.  They don’t hold squat.  I am italian; bowls are meant to hold hot mounds of steaming noodly goodness.  Which almost sounds like porn, and Jeebus, when it’s good it is almost porn.  Bowls are also supposed to hold half of a gallon of ice cream and still have enough room for half a container of chocolate syrup.  And the bowls I found?  Still have room for peanut butter.

(Gratuitous shot of my actual bowl at home, holding my berry breakfast.  Keep in mind that it is currently housing a full cup of fruit.  AND LOOK HOW MUCH ROOM THERE STILL IS!!)

Ah.  This love can be surmised in one, simple, perfect word.  And those who know this little happy utter this word with such adoration, such unabashed love that those who don’t understand must think us nutty.  But those who know.. LOVE TIVO.

Admittedly, I came into TiVo cautiously.  I figured this would feed an already dastardly and unhealthy addiction to tv, one that often resulted in us losing hours a night to finding SOMETHING good to watch.  But, no.  NO, NO, NO.  Let me stop that thinking RIGHT here, because NO, it did not.  It made our lives better.  More efficient.  Less filled with fluff.  Because now?  There are no ads.  There is no need to sit through every opening theme song/montage.  There is no reason to sit through Mary Martin’s insane screaming.  We just watch the good stuff and that, my friends?  Has inspired us to spend several nights a week never turning the darn thing on.

And don’t give me the whole “Well, we have DVR crap!”.  It is not the same.  Namely, you are lacking a loveable and antennaed friend who suggests what you never knew you needed to watch.  It is not the same.

Your turn: what are your little happies?