My kids adore Kevin Hart.
I know, I know…bad mom, but Kevin Hart always seems to play in the barbershop when The Boy is getting a haircut and The Teen found out that Hart has local ties (this is where it gets muddy – either Philly or Upper Darby. I’m claiming Upper Darby.
I’ve been in extra Grinch mode. I’m tired of the hustle and bustle for THINGS when we really should be celebrating family, carols, egg nog, and fun.
For the record, we get a live tree every year. My cats like having an option other than their water bowls for a drink and the smell of pine reminds me to smile every morning.
Have a chuckle on me tonight!