One of my new year's resolutions was to use the word should less.

Last Sunday night, I was sitting on my couch thinking to myself  "I really should invite some neighbors over to watch the Desperate Housewives finale."  I remembered how much fun college was when we cramped in all of our girlfriends to watch TV on our salvation army couch eating re-heated pizza.  So I hastily sent out an email last week to a few of the ladies from the hood begging them to come over in comfy clothes, bearing munchies, to watch TV with me.  Like college.

Half an hour before the show started, they arrived and it was apparent from the shrimp cocktails, pomegranate mojitos and cute ballet flats that our tastes have grown more refined since those college days.  However, laughter and silly conversations still haven't.  "We should do this for RHONY too."  One of my neighbors said.

Husband's weak-enough-for-a-Sunday-night pomegranate mojitos.

Life is too short and I have cabinets filled with fun serving dishes/stemware.  I should find another excuse to have more friends over soon.  And, I will.