I don’t know, I just can’t seem to stop saying Hip, hip! these days. Something about it has been exactly the perfect exclamation for me lately. I’m sure it has stemmed from my recent adoption of Reagan’s “hooray!”—I can’t think “hooray!” without turning it into “hip, hip, hooray!” and then shortening it to “hip, hip!” I’m not sure why…it just feels right. (I’m profound sometimes.)
Need to celebrate with your sister about her husband losing 18 pounds on Weight Watchers?
Happy about your spouse getting home from work early?
Finally contributed money to the household income after a three-year dry spell?
Car went 1,000 kms on its most recent tank of diesel?
One more chilled DDP in the fridge when you thought you were all out?
Hip, hips all around!
I’ve said it at least eight times just today, and I’ll say it once more: Hip, hip!
I’ve got an especially good reason to say it now, though, and the reason is this.
Read it. I think maybe you won’t be disappointed.