I have a long history of being easily amused, and I have a reeeeeaaaallly low threshold for getting ridiculously excited about seemingly mundane stuff.
For example, a new bottle of body wash in the shower has, on more than one occasion, had me bounding out of bed in the morning. Monday, the most loathsome day of the week, can get an instant upgrade thanks to a new eyeshadow color.
As you can see, it’s a pattern.
I’ve decided not to worry about whether or not this is weird (ok, it’s totally weird — but whatever, so am I), and just embrace the fact that my low threshold for amusement means it doesn’t take much to make me happy. And that’s not exactly a bad thing, amirite?
That pattern has continued lately, and I’ve found that there’s a wide range of things I get inordinately happy about. I’m all about seeing the beauty and value in simple pleasures — and since Saturday is my favorite day of the week, today seemed like an apropos moment to showcase my love of all things random. So, with that in mind, here are five totally mundane things that have been making me all kinds of giddy:
1) Spaghetti squash. This stuff is the bomb diggity. It’s not as dense as regular pasta, it’s loaded with fiber and nutrients, and I’ve been having a fabulous time loading it up with meat, marinara, and veggies. I get excited whenever pasta dishes go on our weekly menu, because it means I get to have spaghetti squash. And then I do a happy dance in the kitchen.
2) Birchbox. Ok, so I just hopped on the Birchbox bandwagon this month, but I’m already totally enamored by it. My first one arrived this week, and it’s as if the good folks in product selection read my mind. (Yes, I know, they have you answer questions so they can put together your product samples accordingly, but HOLY GAWD, it was scarily accurate.) They even included a piece of my favorite type of candy: chocolate with caramel. It lasted exactly 16 hours, during which time I tried really hard not to think about its presence in my lunch bag, before I polished it off in nearly one bite.
3) Heating up clothes in the dryer before putting them on. Frigid mornings make it hard to leave the warm, cozy nest of my bed when the alarm goes off — but more than anything, I hate putting on cold clothes on cold mornings. Pants and sweaters, no matter how dry, still get cold when hanging in a cold closet, and this has led to me getting really agitated and swearing a blue streak each morning.
The other day when I was, once again, launching into a tirade of decidedly not family-friendly language, it occurred to me: when I was really little, my mom used to warm up my clothes in the dryer on cold mornings. I used to love it. So, why not do the same now that I’m an adult? I threw my work pants and sweater into the dryer for five minutes — and lo and behold, it’s awesome. I even started doing it with my big parka before going outside, so now I walk into the freezing wind wrapped in a magic cocoon of warmth and happiness.
4) Trader Joe’s FroGreYo. That’s my shorthand for frozen Greek yogurt, which I discovered last weekend and am now certifiably obsessed with. Blueberries and FroGreYo for dessert each night? Sign me up.
5) Vaseline Healthy Hand & Nail Lotion. I have the most thrashed, dry, flaky, weak, and generally jacked-up nails on the planet. For no readily apparent reason, my hands usually look like I was an extra in Saving Private Ryan. I’d finally had enough of this, so I hopped on the Interwebz to do some research for how I could improve the health and quality of the ol’ fingernails.
The Vaseline lotion came up as the highest-rated product on Amazon — as well as on Target’s and Walmart’s respective websites — so that struck me as being a nearly unanimous vote in its favor. Then I saw the price tag: it’s, like, $3 for a tube. A girl can’t even get a cup of coffee for $3, let alone a well-reviewed bottle of hand lotion — but there it was, with its superfantastic reviews and its fabulously low price tag, basking in the glow of such awesomeness.
Because I like to live dangerously, I bought two.
That stuff does its job like woah: my hands no longer look like I moonlight as a dock worker, and my nails have gone from thrashed to strong over the course of a week. WIN!
So there you have it: proof that it doesn’t take much to make me do a happy dance. Because of my easily-amused ways, I’m sure there’ll be more posts like this — so, consider yourselves forewarned.