The Gregarious Homebody is...

Reading

Really good.  

Like, let-everything-around-me-fall-to-pieces-while-I-read good.

Listening to

Read by a really fine narrator.

Even more sadistic than the movie.

Yikes.

Wearing

Always a sucker-for-packaging, I am now also apparently afflicted 

with the marketing disease my friend Ray has:

picking paint by its color name.

This one: Iris I Was Thinner 

Watching

I'm cringing a little while I watch because I'm positive {my Tony}

snickers about her upbeatness and cuteability.

Dreading

What the **** IS this?

Unfortunately in about a month I'll be able to let you know.