Like mother, like daughter.

My mother and I have had a lion's share of problems. There's no denying that.
But for all the bad things, she's still undoubtedly my mother (no matter how that makes me feel) and we've definitely had times that I rank up with my top memories.
Some of my favorites were of afternoons when she'd pick me up from school and when we got home, we'd open all the windows and blast "boot scootin' boogie" while cleaning the house top to bottom.
Or that time we wrecked the entire apartment, running from each other in a water gun battle to the death.
Or like today, when we perused the local Fred's.



What can I say? We know how to have a good time.
In a dollar store.