Kids, go get mama's stilettos. We're goin' clubbin'.
(I found this postcard on the street today. I'm getting it framed.)
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6 comments:
I wonder if it's disturbing or inappropriate that I first read that as "Mother's Day Rash."
count me in! LOVE IT!
I think it's very, very appropriate. As in, "they'll all soon have rashes."
A class act. All lower.
I didn't realize my mom had already started distributing her postcards. Glad she's getting the word out.
So it's decided, we'll all carpool then? Dynamite.
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