If you haven’t watched The Invention Of Lying, head on out to the Redbox at 7 Eleven. And hey- if you’re hungry, grab yourself 6 hot dogs or a burrito roll to stuff your face with while watching it. (Gross. OK- so I don’t actually recommend that.) I digress…this movie is fantastic. Ricky Gervais is hilarious and totally that guy that’s so effortlessly awesome you wish he lived next door so you could go grab a Budweiser with him at random. 

Hey Ricky- wanna meet me for happy hour?

I’m talking about this french fry app.

Yuh-uh-uhm!

I’m looking forward to hitting up this spot; Ketchup in DC. (There’s one in LA if you are out west) They’ve got things like Shake N’ Bake on their menu and mac n’ cheese. Some classic favorites and kiddie food with an adult fancy twist. I love these kinds of funky-fly eating spots. Well- I love restaurants in general (as if that isn’t obvious.) It’s really fun too if you’re in a fab city like DC, to restaurant “hop” and grab just one drink and appetizer and move onto the next. I have written about this before. You can make a night out of it. It’s a great way to have an affordable night out instead of a full-on dinner and a show. Talking to strangers at a bar and people watching is so often better than dinner and a show anyway!

Layin’ in the sun

Talkin’ ’bout the things

They woulda-coulda-shoulda done…

But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas All ran away and hid

From one little did.

Today was one of several days I’ve helped an 87 year-old woman sort through a life of belongings. (An honor and many lessons learned.) Among the pile of newspaper articles and photos of her handsome and strapping deceased husband, (a pilot during the war. Wow, the stories.) I picked up the Shel Silverstein book; Falling Up. I instantly turned to the page that had the above poem. I’d say it was ironic or a coincidence or something, but as days pass and events unfold in my life- I find it hard to believe anything other than everything happens for a reason. Things, people, books- all of it, seem to show up in the most random of ways but somehow perfectly fit. Like this poem. 

Dear Mrs. F. ~

Sure I’m helping you- but you’re actually helping and teaching me things I could never learn doing anything else. No woulda-coulda-shouldas in your world, just “I did’s.” Meeting people like you inspires me to keep following my bliss. I promise I’ll never be that woulda-coulda-shoulda girl either. After all, like you’ve said- there’s just too much out there to not keep all eyes wiiiiiide open…

And it works.

Every time.

Thank you OD Auto. I just love getting a deal.