Mother's Day, Becca-style

It started out so well. A hand-made card from my sweet daughter. I should've known better; it went downhill and sideways very quickly.




and a bonus illustration!



*sniff* She's so sweet.

part it on the left

It's that time of year again, a time when the teenage girls in my life go shopping for a dress they'll pay 3-figures for (on SALE), wear once, and regret for the rest of their life.

It's prom season.

Unfortunately, I took a glance at a catalog one of them brought over and the first thing I saw was something that looked like a hooker's best dress combined with a crack ho's last nightmare...if that nightmare included wearing your guts on the outside of your clothes.



From what I gather, based on a 30 second perusal of said catalog, dresses have two main requirements: they cannot be subtle and they have to be so short, you need to have two hairstyles to wear them.



Also, the more you look like Merv the Perv's french-maid fantasy, the better.



Thank god, Becca's not even vaguely interested in prom shenanigans. But even if she were, her dress would look something like this:



I promise.