Pink Penguin Pajama Pants . . . that's how I roll

So tonight Randy thought we should drive down to Fremont, IN to get more liquor for New Year's Eve (not that we needed any more libations) and of course being in Fremont meant we had to eat dinner at Timbucktoos.  I, as I customarily do, ate twice as much as I should have and found myself unbuttoning my jeans for the car ride home.  The minute we walked in the door,  I lost the jeans and opted for the fleece pink penguin pajama pants mom got me for Christmas.  Thanks mom!

Since I was thinking about laundry I thought I would share a photo of the current state of my laundry room: 

While looking at the pile of clothes I keep ignoring on my laundry room counter, I could not help but think this was a metaphor for the current state of my life.  Everything is clean, just not folded.  And that is exactly how I feel about my life.  I am trying to get the pieces together but it just isn't there yet.

Maybe one day I can get the laundry folded and put away.  After that I should work on my office/craft room . . .

It is kinda hard to get anything done in there!

Some of you may be thinking why don't I make my 2012 New Year's Resolution to get organized.  Blarg!!!!!  And my response would be: Why on earth should I pretend to want to achieve a goal that I have failed at achieving in the past and know I will not achieve in the future?  I do not do New Year's Resolutions.  If I want to do something, I do it.  If not, I don't.  Plus, I have no desire to have some goal hanging over my head for the next year just for the sake of having a goal.

 Instead of folding the laudry or organizing my office, I opted to make jello shots . . . 150 of them and Randy help.  I also put together the bean and pepper salsa and spinach dip.  Don't worry I did all the chopping early in the evening before I had too many Whipped Vodka and Cokes.

 

By the way, best vodka ever!  Currently Randy is singing red solo cup and I am trying to put together coherent sentences.  You may be asking where my husband was during all this.  Just in case you did not know, Randy is not my husband.  Andy is.  And he was a party pooper and went to bed early since he has to be awake for work at 2 a.m.

I, on the other hand, do not have to go to work for the next three days.