Every outfit requires a choker. TSM.

When your little puts you down as her emergency contact instead of her real mom. TSM.

Petty is just pretty without the ‘r’. TSM.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” as you walk into class. TSM.

Skipping class to craft for your future little. TSM.

Mastering the skill of getting ready fast, but still presentable enough for letters. TSM.

Today’s smokey eye is brought to you by last night’s eyeliner.

“Mom you don’t need grandchildren. You have grandlittles!” TSM.