I’m going to close my eyes and pretend this is my life. Although I don’t think it’s physically possible to have a family this good looking. And somehow I don’t think my life is going to be filled with strolling in the snow clutching the hand of some hottie and nonchalantly looking over my shoulder because that’s what people do at Christmas, apparently.
So, I’m probably not going to be spending this Christmas with my sickeningly adorable offspring and at dinner parties. I’m probably going to be sleeping and eating as much chocolate as possible without spewing. Class. I have it.