I felt so happy on the bus tonight, exchanging silent, appreciative glances with the pretty minx across from me, her big spiral earrings swaying as we bumped up and down.

Three teenage boys, looking all fly in their slick black jackets(navy seal, declared the lettering on the nearest one) sprawled on the high bench seats, talking 'bout girls(go figure)and friends and laughing a lot.

A shabby looking fellow slouched up the aisle singing 'row, row, row your boat' and the old fellow he'd been sitting next to, relaxed visibly into the book he was reading.

It was pouring rain and I felt so much love and joy expanding, for no particular reason... Like I loved everyone, all those strangers on the bus and the driver who laughed at me for hesitating about stepping on the wheelchair ramp he'd lowered for the last passenger. Like I knew what life was all about and it wasn't so hard after all.

The girl caught some of my amuse, smiled a slightly crooked smile under wide, dark cinnamon eyes, shifting her weighty-looking backpack from left to right.

I clutched my own on my lap, happily stuffed with cute new clothes! My last client of the night was a first-timer. I absolutely love giving people their first ever professional massage-there's a certain kick of pride, I guess, getting 'em hooked to the good good loving touch of massage-and this was no exception. She was sweet and left cooing... A $20 tip on the table-whoohoo!

I promptly recycled it into some of the foxiest clothes I've ever had the pleasure of wearing(yes, I fully admit it, I'm a shameless clothes-whore)-hurray for Buffalo Exchange and summer!

Like one of my new shirts says:

Bad kitty!