My Worst Nightmare
It’s official. I’m starting to become my mom. Today I bought………………..a fake tree!
That’s it. My youth is over. The days are long gone of my milk crate and stop sign coffee table. I already miss my road cone Christmas tree and posters plastered all over the wall. Now it’s time to be an adult, and get real accessories, like fake trees from Michaels.
My mom is the master of all botanical plastic. And now I’m dipping my toe into mom waters. I just hope my new fake tree doesn’t mind being watered with my tears.
Ok, so it does look nice though…