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The Secret Society of Happy People

It's not so secret. But it's gushy as all get-out.

I stumbled upon a web site a while back. It caught my eye, for the most part, because I'm generally anti-happy. Not that I don't want to be happy, but something doesn't fire right in my brain—whatever it is that makes some people optimistic and positive and all "I'd like to teach the world to sing," I don't have it.

At any rate, I had to smile when I read some of the information featured on the site. Please go take a look. The group's logo made me laugh out loud.

March has some special designations. They include:

• National Optimism Month
• National Write-a-Letter-of-Appreciation Month
• Beginning of Spring, March 20
• Act Happy Day, March 21

(According to my sources, it’s also noted for National Procrastination Week, National Massage Safety Week, National Collision Awareness Month, National Frozen Food Month, National Talk With Your Teen About Sex Month, National Cheerleading Week, Returned the Borrowed Books Month, Hug a G.I. Day, National Common Courtesy Day, World Day for Water, Learn What Your Name Means Day, National Egg Salad Week, and—my personal favorite—Vulvar Health Awareness Month…just so you know.)

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