Spooky

We went out to dinner tonight to celebrate my mom's birthday (I cheated hard on my new diet, eating a New York strip steak, drinking a Martini, and having wine with the meal) and, afterward, we headed out to the parking lot. I started whistling this, which my brother informed me was a song he absolutely hates. I don't even know why that song popped into my head.

During the car ride back, we were listening to a jazz station, which was playing an instrumental version of some Stevie Wonder tune. I think it was "Isn't She Lovely." During one of the guitarist's solos, he played a riff from the chorus of...that same song.

Weird. I should have won the lottery a long time ago, except for the fact that God hates me. He hates me so much.