Shamelessly stolen from The Cuz’s Flickr photos, but it’s the next best thing since I wasn’t home for Mother’s Day.
I saw the black t-shirt for Clara Jane while looking for sugar free Kool Aid at the fancy two-story Target downtown. It was in the boys’ department, but since when do boys get to wear the cool shirts?
And my great aunt is also the proud owner of a t-shirt that says Hottie. She apparently thought it said Hattie when she bought it. Her name is Helen. You have no idea how much I aspire to be like her when I’m older.