My mother was the type who wanted to take pictures for Christmas cards every year. Bought each and every picture that the school sent home. Had one car that had all the school bumper stickers on it. She was also the type who went to every function with the other rich housewives. They all sat in goofy ass circles, drinking, while they lied about their already extravagant lives and cheating ass husbands. They always had to one up each other.
oh so she’s one of those two faced types
