
Wishing all trashy mamas no wire hangers today. Here's to all the bloody steak, shoulder pads, axes, Bon Ami cleanser, and all the ankle-strapped fuck-me pumps you desire.
I'm no Britney, but there's still time. Am I a bad mother? Sure, I gave my kid crepes and Yoo-Hoo for dinner a couple of weeks ago, and we're not much for baths, but I do keep the Cheetos to a minimum and do not put Mountain Dew in his sippy cup.
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