My mom called me lame.

Because I said I wanted to stay in tonight, try a new recipe (which I call eggplant parm pasta - Weight Watchers style), lay on my couch in my pajamas and watch TV.

Ya know what, mom, I might be lame, but I am perfectly happy staying in tonight.

I have no New Year’s Eve plans.

The reason: I am “working” pretty early on New Year’s Day. And by working I mean, going to Cowboys Stadium for a walkthrough of the halftime show of the Cotton Bowl. My client is the halftime show sponsor and I will be working at the stadium during the game, so New Year’s Day is my sneak peak.

I am OK with not having New Year’s plans. I think it is an overrated holiday and something bad or crazy always seems to happen to me or someone I am with. I make resolutions and I don’t keep them.  I plan to rent some movies and eat some pizza. Maybe drink a glass or two of champagne. Waking up on New Year’s Day without a hangover might be kind of nice.

I sound kind of lame, but whatever.