My life is a run-on sentence of catastrophe…

By: Tate

My mornings begin like this…
milk

And my nights end like this…

scribbles

Don’t be too jealous of the 70’s orange velour chair because it’s my mom’s office chair (I mean seriously how cool!)

My kid, Y, attacked someone else’s property with a permanent marker. I’m lucky my mom is the sweetest person ever.

I’m thinking of getting a “This is why we can’t have nice things” tramp stamp.

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