A. Being bitter is not such a bad thing.
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.
A. "I mean, right?" "Y'know..." "Totally." "Annoying." "Oh. My. God." (Wow. This is depressing. This makes me sound like a Valley Girl. I am a girl. I do live in the Valley. So...like... totally.)
A. I have three: Picking a perfect partner in my husband. Raising my daughter to be a delightful human being. Being able to earn my living as a writer.