A new study claims that 33 is the age at which true happiness kicks in. (It neglects to mention how long that blissful state is sustained.) I read the story and said meh. Like most research, it's far from airtight. Did they survey any 5 year olds eating ice cream? Did they ask the three folks who just split that $656 million jackpot? I bet there's a lot of happiness there! How about some really old guy who was just asked out by a Laker girl? Donald Trump fresh from the hairstylist? You see, timing is everything. What's in a number anyway? Don't we all know sourpusses who walk around in a snit because their Rolls got a scratch? As my husband says, "the only thing to get upset over is a bad biopsy."