Good Excuses For Being A Happy Lunatic

This conversation has been happening, with minor variation, very frequently in my house in the past 24 hours-

Me: GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!

Brother, calmly: You don't have cancer.

Me: That's RIGHT!

(gap of several minutes)

Me: GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT!!!

Brother: ...You still don't have cancer.

Me: YES! WOW!  You're really good at this!

Conclusion- being told that you are completely cancer-free, particularly if that fact has been in doubt recently, is a perfectly good excuse to become one of those incredibly annoying people who finds joy in everything. 

Actually, given that my jetlagged-to-hell parents are shortly due home after three weeks in the Middle East and a 24-hour flight, and that my brother is currently the stressed equivalent of a stretched-out rubber band, this outbreak of irrepressible optimism may well get me murdered.  I would, however, be a 100% healthy corpse, with the (perhaps notable) exception that I would in fact be dead.