Don't Dress Your Six-Year-Old Like A Skank...

And Other Words of Delicate Southern Wisdom...

By Celia Rivenbark

Who is - in my estimation - the sassy reincarnation of Erma Bombeck (rest her soul). If I'd have written a best seller, THIS book would be it.

From pages 28 & 29:

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way - you, the mom on the cell phone flipping your check card to your kid so she can buy the jeans that say SPANK ME on them - but you're going down, bitch."

I would go so far as to us the scatalogical term Miss Celia does (and like all good Southern Girls call older, more mature women, I call her Miss Celia) but she is RIGHT on the money.
I've only gotten part ways through this pink-covered tome, but let me tell you something... I can't agree more with her if I WAS her. And let me tell you something else... Unless we mommas start complaining and raising cain/heck/hades/h-e-double-hockey-sticks with the retailers it's never going to change. Either that or y'all better learn to sew...

If detailed all the good parts of this book, I'd get sued for plagiarism. So do yourself a favor, click hereabouts

and buy yourself a copy. Because while you local library probably has 10,000 copies of some kind of romance novel, the probably won't have this one.

And while you are at it... Get your self a copy of Erma Bombeck, too! For your convenience, I've included a link right here:

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