I wonder what the guys replastering my bathroom thought of the inflatable happy face I keep on my bed. (You have to go through my bedroom to get to the bathroom; something I've always hated, but I can't magically change the structural nature of this building. I don't yet have that much strength of will that I can alter matter with the power of my mind.) I figure it's appropriately placed; it matches the happy face on the shiny purple kid-sized sleeping bag I bought at a bargain store that I thought would make an excellent bedspread - and it does.