secret and not-so-secret smokers
I see you, mom in the stop and drop line, not giving a fuck and I salute you with a lighter extended out the sunroof. FREEBIRD!
I realize this stack has been heavy on the driving and heartache lately but I tried to break it up a little with a dog post even though that was also sort of about heartache and driving, too.
But this post is about neither.
This post is about THE MOST HATED MOST JUDGED ACTIVITY A MOTHER COULD POSSIBLY DO (outside of appearing sexual in public?) and it’s SMOKING.
Cue faux coughing sounds from the judgmental masses.
But first, a short story about one of my earliest elementary school memories — the social scarlet-lettering of Playboy Mom.
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