I'm so damned sunny lately that I've had barf bag pockets installed on every seat on the bus. They're all yours, free of charge:
Ah, yes! Miss Donna Fargo and I are on the same page today.
And if that isn't bad enough, I get to be escorted from San Antonio to Bandera for Camp Blownstar by all three of the Criplets.
That means that not only will my face be aching from the non-stop smiling I've been doing lately, but my ribs will be killing me from laughter.
Honestly, if I could bottle and sell my recent bubbly happy, I'd make a fortune.