if you’re ever proud of me and say ‘that’s my girl’ I can guarantee my heart will melt into a little puddle of happiness
Can Suburban Mom insults become a thing?
“It’s a ‘bake sale’, Judy, not a ‘baked-goods-you-bought-at-the-store sale.’”
“Oh, Diane! What an… interesting track suit! Such an… exciting color!”
“Karen, if I put you down for snacks at the PTA meeting next Tuesday, will you remember to bring them this time?”
“Oh, Carol, I heard Jackson made the honor roll! You know, Kevin’s been on it three years in a row, now? But this will only be your first bumper sticker, right?”
“See you on the soccer field sidelines, Helen.”
“Oh, Jan, you want to run the carpool? But don’t you have a station wagon? Maybe I should do it, I have a minivan.”
“How was that fun pizza, Linda?”
