So. Y’all know I LOVE me a good t-shirt. Some quip in a fancy font? It’s basically my love language. It fills me up, and it lets you know just a little bit more about me. Like. How tired I am.
Anyhow. When I ordered a shirt similar to this one and it never came. I cried. Right out my eyes.
Fine. I didn’t cry. But I was annoyed until my new friends at Hoss Fly Tees contacted me and said, “hey. We have that shirt. Want it?”
It went on like this until they said they’d give me TWO so I could give one to one of you. Then I outright yelled “glory be” and I’ve been wearing this shirt any time it isn’t in the laundry.
Want one? Just share this post or tag a mama who you know needs about five minutes of uninterrupted eye contact with the back of their eyelids. Be sure you are following me on Instagram. It’s where I do my best poses.