Happiness is Not Bears

I was stressed this week, so on an impulse I ordered a sleep shirt and a box of candy from Amazon. It arrived after dark, and a bear ripped open the box and took the candy. It did leave the sleep shirt, so that was something. So for me, happiness would have been a box of candy a bear didn’t get. I know, I didn’t need a box of candy. One damn thing after another.

What didn’t the bears get at your place this week that made you happy?