Like I’m even listening to this nonsense…
Manet’s The Reading presents his wife Suzanne half-listening to her son reading. Girlfriend looks bored as can be.
This would be me, listening to my mother read aloud my finances. She’d probably just scroll through my checking account, crying, “Why, God, why!?” to every transaction made online to J.Crew.
Mom, you can’t curse a flash sale!
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