Listen up, Chipmunks. We’re about to put the fitted sheet issue to bed.
You heard me.
Buckle up and wipe off your ‘stache glasses, because my remarkable mother, Babs, is about to live up to her claims.
Just remember you loved me first.
Do you have any impossible questions for Babs?
P.S. – How great is Babs, and more importantly, how much do you think I could charge to rent her out?
Go Jules Go 