"… and he got the real deal. You didn’t put on any airs or be anything but Mackenzie. That means a lot. To be completely accepted."
- My mom
- Mom: Hey, Miss You-Can-See-My-Bra-Through-My-Shirt, put a robe on.
- Me: This is a difficult situation because I want to be youthfully indignant and make a fit about how good my tits look right now but I also love that robe like my child so I'll concede.
- Me: *puts on different dress*
- My mom: *motions to my chest* Honey what is this what's going on?
- Me: Uuuuh, I'm wearing a bra?
- My mom: Nice work! Good job, whoa. Looks good. Proud.
"I imagine a day when little birdies will be fighting eachother to get to the seeds. Like, “Get back! It’s my turn. I’ll beak you to death!"
- My mom, on her newly acquired birdfeeder
My mom brought me a jar of pickles to make me feel better about Jon leaving.
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"Your life is an adventure. Every day. It might not feel like it is, but it is. It’s yours. It’s your story. It’s your experience. You’re living it."
- My mother (via endlesslyunamusing)
