Happiness is two kinds of ice cream

I don’t even remember where or when I learned this little tune–but I love it.  It’s called “Happiness” — and what’s not to love about a song with a title like that?

Plus–Al Jarreau is singing it.

The last line of the song is this:

Which appropriately brings me to this morning’s bright bloom.

The Peanut Butter Bunch is very much loved by me.

Perhaps I should take an online sleuthing class.  Like to be a detective.  Or something.  I have a fine collection of peanut butter jars that could be dusted for fingerprints.  ~smile~

I could be [insert a dramatic, surreptitious look to the left–and back to the screen] a secret asian man.

I used to think that’s what they were actually singing. Check out the most liked comment on the link–I’m apparently NOT the only one who thought that.

And for the now of this time–I must be to dancing. [Which should be said in your best Russian Operative accent.  Seriously. Go back and say it with the accent. You’ll thank me for it later. Go.]