Happiness Is . . .

Coming home on a Monday afternoon to find a clean home, one that you didn't have to lift a finger to clean. (Well, there was all that tidy-ing up. . . )

Finding that the toilet paper has been folded to a point--like in hotels.

Seeing the glow of clean floors (no dog-hair bunnies anywhere).

Knowing all the knick-knacks have been dusted.

Being greeted by the dog, who is ready to play catch with his squeaky football.