Happiness is a Warm Gun. False. Sorry, Beatles.

Basically, this is what I had for dinner.
Mmmm...tortillas with Nutella and bananas.
{Oh, don't try this with regular tortillas. They have to be uncooked when you buy them.}
Most nights I try to be healthy.
But other nights (aka tonight) I indulge.
And I like to think that I'm happier for it.
Speaking for happier, I read something awesome today.

"Money matters, but less than we think and not in the way we think.
Family is important.
So are friends.

Envy is toxic.
So is excessive thinking.
Beaches are optional.
Trust is not.
Neither is gratitude...
Ultimately, happiness is relationships and trustworthiness.
Trust is a prerequisite for happiness.
Trust not only of your government, of institutions, but trust of neighbors.
Several studies, in fact, have found that trust--more than income or even health--is the biggest factor in determining happiness."

~Eric Weiner, The Geography of Bliss: One Grump's Search for the Happiest Place on the Planet

I really like that.
I want to be someone people can trust.
I like trusting people.
Which is why I've never made my blog private.
It's also why I forget to lock the door.
{Don't worry, my roommate is a door locking nazi and makes up for this.}

I would argue, however, that having a Nutelleria on your street would rival the whole trust=happiness thing.