two thousand thirteen!

Thomas and I brought in the new year.. wait for it.. on the couch! With a bottle glass of champagne. Nothing glamours or exciting, but I was happy to spend the start of this crazy year with just my main man. My only requirements were: a kiss at midnight, and I wanted a picture of us at the start of this new year. Oh and if we were staying in, I wanted sweatpants.

Good news, my handy new camera remote works!

And Thomas loved the power of my the new remote entirely too much.

but I must say, I love these photos so much! 

And man-alive can we talk about how annoying and down right sad are the tv programs for the New Years Eve count down? Goodness. We had no real new years eve plans, and I was completely okay with just turning on some Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve and counting down the night with.. Ryan Seacrest (cringe). After about 10 minutes of listening to facebook updates and twitter stats, I just couldn't do it and when our other options was Carson Daly (yikes), we settled on Iron Chef America.

Thank you Food Network, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.