You know what’s ridiculous? Trying to buy your ma something good for Mother’s Day. You can buy something ugly, or something useless, or something that’s both useless AND ugly. Isn’t it great? It’d be perfect, except your mom doesn’t need more ugly, useless crap.
She really doesn’t. She wants to feel special. She wants a shout-out.
Consider this your little shout-out-in-a-jar ticket in to your mom’s pink little heart. It’s just enough to be giggle-inducing but not offensive (cuz not everyone’s mom is down with Zesty as Fuck, amiright?) It’s got coconut oil to nourish the fuck outta her capable-ass hands, and just enough gold mica to give it a nice, subtle shimmer.
Prepare yourself for the shitstorm of accolades that’s sure to follow.