yesterday when at the grocery store a group of my-type boys walked past me and z as we feverishly grabbed our thanksgiving ingredients. and one of them said something like,
“check out the hot alterna-mommy” and you know, i didn’t hate my hair at that very moment and was happy i went for the rocker makeup job cuz growing up, that was excatly what i wanted to be:
the hot alterna-mommy that cute boys noticed even when pushing a stroller which would normally deem me invisible.
