A. Being bitter is not such a bad thing.
A. Pizza (but with an endless variety of toppings, so I wouldn't get bored).
A. The Boy Who Lived.
A. Myself, but richer. And taller. And immortal.
A. Who am I? The Dalai Lama? Sheesh. Actually, I have many ways to describe perfect happiness (and none of them have anything to do with achieving inner peace or letting go of old resentments) : a solid nine hours sleep, finishing a good first draft, selling my writing for cash money, making my seven-year-old laugh so hard she begs me to stop, warm brownies, new jeans, obsessively watching a television series with my husband (Buffy, Veronica Mars, Battlestar Galactica, the first couple seasons of Lost), seeing someone who's wronged me get their due, coming up with the perfect comeback, bantering, knowing I'm right in an argument and being able to prove it, playing with puppies. I think that just about covers it.