I tolerated your terrible twos and kept my wits together when you went through your teenage rebellious period with a tattoo, navel piercing and rocker haircut. And even today I manage to keep my mouth shut about your ridiculous bleached blonde hair.
But now you've gone too far. You’ve crossed the line that I will not accept. You’re embarrassing me in front of family and friends.
I will not, and I repeat, WILL NOT, stand for you wearing gingham. That’s so 1988. Really, that's the *only* thing bugging me.
Have I not raised you to know better? Keep it classy, girlfriend.
Sincerely yours,
Mom
5 comments:
The gingham I could tolerate...those insanse waxy lips a la Meg Ryan 2005 have to go! No more collagen! No MORE!
Yikes!!!!
Those lips are gonna hurt someone. Be afraid...be very afraid.
The lips are giving me shell shock.
Beverly
I don't understand what has happened to that woman's face!
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