So we’re boring.
As we sat down to dinner last Friday night (on the couch, because that’s where classy people have meals), Drew turned to me and said, “We’re so boring. But I hate going out.” I agreed, and mentioned that we have way more fun at home, catching up on our DVR’ed episodes of Jimmy Fallon and The Big C. This is our life, people. Plain. Simple. Boring. And we like it.
To be completely honest, one tiny reason I’m excited about having a baby is the fact that we actually have a legit excuse for staying home when invited out. Although, that doesn’t matter these days because we are never invited out. I’m guessing saying “we’re tired” over and over again has won us a ticket straight out of fun invites forever. And you know what? Totally cool with it. There’s no place better than my couch with my love. And soon? There’ll be a baby on that couch too. Awesome.
Just had to add this screenshot from when I was uploading the photo above (from a Friday night, of course). I labeled the photo “boring” and WordPress just drove home that concept, y’all.
Thursday 21, 2012
ha! that made me laugh out loud…
Thursday 21, 2012
I completely agree with you. I hate when people try to make me feel bad for just wanting be at home. Especially while pregnant, which I am as well!!! I just want to be at home on the couch deal with it!!!