I’ve been a really intense hermit for the past few weeks. I can’t tell you how much I love staying in, drinking wine on the couch, all while I just creepily stare at my Christmas tree and smile. Besides escaping to do a few shows, I’ve gotten myself into a very bad routine of never wanting to leave the house. Chris is starting to think I have a problem. I probably do.
You know who doesn’t think I have a problem? This guy. He loves the fact I never leave his side. His clinger status is at an all time high lately.
However we did venture out last week for Chris’s holiday party. I texted this photo to my mom and she responded, “Have you both had a lot to drink?” No, mom we hadn’t- yet. This was actually at the start of the night, but thanks for asking. And yes, I’m aware we both have crazy hair and weird smiles going on. There must have been something in the air.
Okay, maybe at this point we’d had a bit to drink.
And then we also made a brief visit to Zoo Lights a few nights ago.
But for the most part life has been spent right here.
Wearing jeans and oversized cardigans, all day every day. I’m really trying my best to “change with the times” and “keep up with the fads of Instagram” but I just can’t get into this trend of taking a weird photo from my stomach down. It just feels odd. Don’t get me wrong, I like when you do it, I just can’t.
It’s not you, it’s me.
But I’m all about the no face in the photo thing. Hells yes, more of this. The less I have to pretend to put on makeup, the better.