Why didn't my mama tell me that life's little ironies are what it's all about? Such as the fact that I got a call from my casting agency offering me a role in a movie called Email to Happiness (wasn't I just trying to unplug - I mean full out, not gonna be hanging on the Internet all summer, type offline groove - and now I'm playing in a movie about emailing to happiness or the pursuit thereof?). Or that my son's alleged water gun wasn't working, until we switched, and suddenly he sprayed me square between the eyes?
Alanis Morissette's little ditty, Ironic, reminds us all that we sometimes miss the bus. The irony is there is something better in store (such as a stretch limo replete with champagne and a cozy dinner for two?).
Yes, I think so.
