me: mom it's ok, you don't need to iron every ruffle on my dress.
mom: you need to make sure ruffles aren't wrinkled, because that's what people would look at.
me: ... you mean my face?
mom: no... the ruffles (starts laughing to herself)
(pause)
mom: because, if i don't know if a person is a shit or not, i look at her dress. and the ruffles. at least if i don't like someone, i can admire her ruffles.
true dat mom, true dat.
the birthday tiara, the kitty, and the ruffles
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