‘Tis The Season to Drink

I’m just kidding, you guys. I can barely stomach wine that isn’t moscato or sangria (there has to be a 3:1 fruit to alcohol ratio here) these days. In an ideal world I’d end every other night with a nice, full-bodied red, but apparently I lack the sophisticated palate. Water and tea it is ’til the end of time.

Still, how chic does SJP look in this simple, but classic ensemble? Big hair, striped baby tee (cropped, of course), and high-waisted jeans to give a girl legs for days. Wine glass optional. You can forget the whole dress-up game here at Club ABC; I’m all about easy, stretchy clothes that take me from the Christmas tree, to the dining room, and back to bed (where I plan on ditching the pants for maximum stewing comfort). On the agenda are How the Grinch Stole Christmas and every cheesy Lifetime holiday original there ever was until I fall into a food-induced comatose. It’s likely you’ll find a box of gold wrappers. (Ferrero Rochers are my weakness.) Here rests Kimberly, better known as Kim, in a sweet bed of gold. How’s that for an epitaph?

Anyway. ‘Tis the season to be holly-jolly indulgent. Let no expense or calorie be spared.

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xx