This weekend became a marathon of holiday celebrations. I woke up this morning with my sweet girls cuddled up to my side and thought to myself: "I will be going to bed at 9 PM tonight." 3 hours of sleep wasn't quite enough. Spiked cider, chili and bad movies made a 3:30 am bedtime seem like such a good idea. I blame the mustache glass. I wouldn't have been so enthusiastic about the evening if I wasn't pretending to have facial hair.
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