Happy New Year's Eve, folks! Not sure exactly why I'm writing, I'm sure most of my super fab readers are all partying hardcore, being all fancy like
or even like
I don't know how you party. And that's cool. You be you.
Meanwhile, I'm over here chillin on the couch, wearing a hoodie and getting ready to watch When Harry Met Sally like
The kids are asleep. We made the slightly insane choice to let them stay up an extra hour to watch the ball drop in New York (gotta love West Coast parenting!), but they just got all loopy because they were sleepy, and then they were confused that we were counting backwards at the television and dancing around the living room. "... Why are Mommy and Daddy DOING that??"
Speaking of which, out of nowhere:
Shane: I'd be a HOT female. Because I know how to work it.
Hmm. I'm not so sure I want to have a deep heart to heart about his resolutions this year. Some thoughts are better when kept on the inside.
So the kids didn't care too much about the ball dropping or the counting or the celebrating, but they DID like the Sparkling Cider, so I guess it wasn't too bad.
Anyhoosit, earlier tonight I grocery shopped, and I absolutely selfied all over that FoodMaxx. Here is my story.
Once upon a time, I went to the grocery store.
Oh yeah, It's also important to mention that I went to the grocery store dressed up like a homeless.
I bought this produce....
It made me feel extremely sexy, all that produce. Even with the homeless thing going on...
Because I knew that some day soon, I'm going to look like this.
And that's officially the first and last times I take pictures of myself in the grocery store. All that harsh lighting and pushing food around, it's just not ever going to give me quite that "Kardashian" feel I've been going for.
Okay. We're When Harry Met Sally-ing now. And it's maybe my favorite movie ever, so I'm ditching all you losers. Tomorrow though. Tomorrow we will have some words.
Happy, happy, happiest of new years to you all! Joy and happiness and blessings to you all!!