Awwwwww
Yesterday I had my crankies on, for no good reason that I could determine, but managed to shake them off by the end of the day. I actually found three things that made me smile in spite of my sour puss.
1) As I walked into the post office to drop off some mail, I was greeted with a chorus of cheerful chirping, courtesy of a box of chicks that was sitting on the counter, apparently waiting to be picked up by a customer. I've heard of baby chicks (is that redundant?) being sent through the mail, but had never actually seen it before. The delighted *peep* *peep* *peep* of the flock of pre-chickens (who were clearly all friends) was enough to melt the hardest of hearts.
2) As I left the grocery store, I saw a young guy panhandling with a sign that said, "Trying to bring sexy back. Anything helps." Oddly enough, he was doing a mighty fine job of that, since he was already ridiculously cute in a stoner/hippie/drifter kind of way. He didn't get any money from me, but he got a big grin and a nod.
3) As I drove home from the grocery store, I crossed the river through a cloud of cottonwood fuzz that swirled around like something out of the final scene from a romantic movie where the guy at last gets the girl he's been pursuing for the last two hours but circumstances and misunderstandings have been keeping them apart. The sun was just starting to set, and the fluff floating around was quite beautiful, and I couldn't help but be utterly charmed with the universe's final attempt to turn my day around. It totally worked.
Edited for clarity!
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