today happiness is...milk

It seems a little odd that we can watch something, see something, hear something and it can make us laugh out loud, or feel a little cosy inside (for definition of cosy see previous post - don't forget the marshmallows!) or even just elicit a smile. It bends my brain matter to think about the cause and effect relationship between a happy thought and the involuntary muscle response that creates a smile. We are a pretty amazing collection of bones and fleshy stuff.


And, if my brain weren't already squished into melon pulp enough, I love how something can on one level just be awesome because of what it is - but then on a whole other level it inspires this happiness (and let's be honest slight jealousy) in me, that comes in the moment of realising someone came up with this intensely bounteous experience for the senses (or single sense, whatever the case may be). And they came up with that because they, unlike anyone else in the world, have experienced years, days and moments in life in a combination that is entirely unique.


Oh mercy... I'm 'wonder-ranting'. Stop me before I break my head!


Oh yes... blog post...back on track. You're sitting there, brow furrowed with more wrinkles than a shirt at the bottom of the ironing pile, saying 'she mentioned milk in the title but...'. Humblest apologies.


Today happiness is:


Milk and it's undeniable eco-conscience. 
This little clip is a love story for the ages - a plea for the planet coupled (pardon the pun) with our society's grandiose heart for the cow juice.
Tissue alert for anyone who is likely to cry over spilt milk. (oh yes! I went there.)

 via Changethethought

So before you go wiping away your milk moustache (or tears) I'd nudge you to think about two things - how awesome this is and how awesome that special person (or persons) is that came up with this. If you're not smiling, please ask the nearest person to check your pulse and then thank the kind stranger for their service to humanity.

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P.S. Sorry milkies - I'm a soy lass these days, but have been known to frequent a paddle in dairy town. You are not forgotten.