Who let the moms out? Who? Who? Boo. Hoo. Boohoo. Ah, if only it were called future mother’s day then I’d actually be excited about this Sunday, amirightladies? But since my womb remains in the army reserves (and not in the good way) and the IRS doesn’t recognize cats as children, let’s celebrate the women who got us in this mess in the first place.
Stumped about what to get the lady who made you, broke you and made you clean up the pieces? Fear not, plenty of advertisers found ways to magically transform every piece of retail into a mother’s day gift. With presents like these, maybe this year she won’t let her phone go straight to voicemail!