Celebrate good times come on!

How do you celebrate? With drinking? With a run of triumph around the building?

I like to do a happy dance. Nothing award- or stage-worthy. Nothing graceful for certain. But I like to bounce around with glee.

I'm having a happy moment right now, but only the dog is here to celebrate with me. And he does not appreciate my happy dance. In fact, it causes him to bark and attempt to bite me in the stomach. Which turns it into a defensive-wounds-the-dog dance.

So, the happy dance became a spinning happy dance so as to avoid stomach lacerations. But spinning and jumping around may be too much for my accident-prone body to handle, so I must take care not to do the fell-down-and-now-have-concussion dance.

Though that dance is pretty spectacular.