Writers and artists rejoice; I'll start returning emails. Editors cringe; I'll start more submissions.
My daughter saved a baby chick from certain death by being-caught-in-a-fence-and-pecking-from-a-rooster. I'd show you a pic of the proud Diego-wanna-be but I don't post pix of the kids on the internet. Just a thing with me.
My 17 year old nephew races cars--I mean, he actually gets in a car and hurtles himself around a track at upwards of 80 mph and does well at it against guys twice his age.
Shopping. Kansas has cheap crap. Well, it's the same crap as here, only less expensive.
Seeing my dog when I got home.