Let me take a stab - David Boreanaz. Got to be one of the luckiest and happiest SOBs on earth. First, he's got next to no acting skills, yet he's never out of work. Second, look at who he works with: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Denise Richards, Katherine Heigl, Emily Deschanel. Third, he's married to Jaime Bergman - Jamie FREAKIN' Bergman, Miss January 1999 and the St. Pauli Beer girl! If that doesn't qualify him as one of the luckiest men on earth, I don't know what does.

Good point Ron, unless the Customer Service person is a woman, then she'll already have his name and particulars memmorized.

I'd still rather be rich and miserable than poor and miserable.

I was gonna agree with Ron, but I hate to mess up a good riff.... ;-)

I nominate the children of Dean and Rosemary for that list….

I live on a pristine lake in the Adirondacks, surrounded by strong, living mountains. I breathe clean air every single day. My daughter walks safely to school and back, my house is always unlocked, my car keys never leave the ignition when parked in my driveway. I know my neighbors, as well as everyone else within a 50 mile radius who live here year-round. I make well under $25k a year, below poverty level, and I probably qualify for every public assistance plan available from our caring government, although I avail myself of none. I work with my family, on the lake, in a business we have owned for 36 years. I work seven days a week, 12-15 hours every day, tending to the needs of the (mostly) wealthy on vacation. They are irritable, cranky, short-tempered, harrassed by spoiled, self-centered children and selfish, demanding mates; seemingly nothing is beyond their financial reach, and they strive to make that point clear to us "locals". They have vacation "schedules" to keep, and agendas to be managed. They must go here, they can't possibly miss going there, they need to be THERE in 15 minutes, and who forgot to call for tee times? They are perhaps something different on home turf, but here in my backyard they are rushed, frantic, breathless and annoyed from the exertion of living "the good life". They rarely appear even mildly satisfied, let alone happy or content with the dollars that brought them to this place. My observation only, but I think they miss the beauty of the single wildflower for the sculpted rose garden they compete to possess. Look up once in a while, look around, and see what makes life good for you. For me, it's the coccoon of safety in my no-crime environment. It's watching my 27 yr old son stand tall and initiate a handshake with a customer, with a sincere welcome for having chosen our business over all the others. It's watching my sixteen yr old daughter speak to people with her chin up, eye to eye, confident, with a warm smile for all, unrattled by their agitated demeanor and dismissive attitude. It's taking a blessed moment to look away from the chaos of city attitudes in the office, across the lake to a blue-green mountain that was there long before me and will be there long after, secure in it's unhurried glory. I own my home, impressive for a single mom in this area, although it only cost $55k ten years ago. It's a small, cozy 3 bedroom, tidy and warm, and is my security blanket. I worked 3 jobs for 7 years to pay it off and save the interest. My children spent a lot of time with my family so I could do that. I'm free of an abusive 15 year marriage (first bliss, then the world starts to spin, and one day you're looking up from the bottom of the wormhole wondering how you got there and how you can ever, EVER climb out), and only if you have endured such a thing can you know how much NOT being abused can make you feel good. So now you have the short version of why today, I, Linda, am the happiest person on Earth.