It’s December 26th at 2:30 pm and I’m still in my pj’s. I have no energy from entertaining my SO’s family and my sister, cooking, and all the stress that comes with missing my own family because they’re gone. Dead gone. And I’m dead tired. It even seems too much trouble to get dressed to go see some of the movies I’ve been wanting to see. Popping corn and reclining in my chair with my sweet dog and my love next to me seems like the perfect remedy.
Does wine go with popcorn?