yesterday evening i was super pissed at myself for not having a license. because really. i should have a license. and now i may or may not be able to make it to a very dear friend's wedding because i don't have transportation. and holycrap, all i want to do is cry. now i know how elizabeth barrett browning felt. being all weepy and helpless all the time.
ugggghhh. stupid cars and my inability to drive them.
so, instead. i'm thinking about something happier.
my favorite restaurant in dc. founding farmers.
guys, this place is awe.some. they have amazing pot roast. i know, i know. its just pot roast. but i seriously could dig myself a little hole in the forest and eat nothing but this pot roast every day for the rest of my life and be perfectly content.
and brunch. the benedict arnold made me want to cry tears of happiness. because oh good lord i am a sucker for all variations of eggs benedict. add in a clever name and sausage and gravy. and i am hooked for life.
so if you need me, i'll be having their menu tattooed to my back. and wondering how i can get myself to ohio next weekend.
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