Pretty bubbles in the air

In a wildly inappropriate movie that I'm not even going to name because I'm so ashamed that I've actually seen it and also do not recommend you see, a character watches his kids playing in the yard and laments, "I wish I liked anything as much as my kids like bubbles."

Me? I don't seem to have that problem. My thing is I get too easily excited over trivial things. I enjoy things too much. Everything in my life is bubbles.

Last night I bought one of those mini muffin pans at Walmart. Dear heavens, I was psyched. So psyched I was up until midnight making little baby cupcakes and cooing at their teensy, rounded tops. So psyched I told all my coworkers about it this morning.

"You can make like a hundred cupcakes with one recipe and they only cook for like 10 minutes and they're daaaarrrling!"

"Yeah, Kim, we know what mini muffins are."

"But, they're so itsy-bitsy! I filled them with a tablespoon! A tablespoon!"

"Yep. That's cool, Kim. Uh, next up on the meeting agenda . . . "

For me, mini muffin pan = bubbles.


And the other day I bought some high-fiber, low-sugar oatmeal and was so surprised it was actually tasty that I couldn't stop chattering about it.

"Mmmm! This is good!'

(bite)

"This is delicious!"

(bite)

"This is the best oatmeal I have. ever. had."

(bite)

"Oh, man. Mmmmm."

For me, tasty oatmeal = bubbles.

What do you like as much as kids like bubbles?