Justin DeGarmo Studio
Refer to San Francisco as “Frisco” and expect me to take you seriously.
That I don’t find this offensive pretty much means I’ve lost any chance I had a being a punk rock mom.
Resist the urge to yank the sauerkraut out of my trembling hands when you’ve just witnessed how much sauerkraut I’ve eaten in the last 10 minutes.
For eating that much sauerkraut and then expecting my husband to sleep in the same bed as me.