To Our Real MVP's--Our girls' support crews!

....For the ones who answered every 3am text, passed the petty prayer card, and never judged the relapse. You don't just support, you save.

When your bestie's in the trenches-- crying over a man who doesn't even fold his laundry- don't just light a candle. Send her the whole damned box.

Because this is more than a gift.

This is a ritual.

A petty prayer.

A breakup baptism.

A soul cleanse with sage and sarcasm.

You can't stop her from texting back, but you can make sure she has some snarky goods that make her laugh, surrounded by soul purifying habits and assist her in sweeping his spirit out the corners she cried in.

You're not just a friend.

You're the chosen one.

The spiritual midwife of her soft reset.

Grab a box for a friend who needs to be dusted--not busted!

Peace, Love and Petty,

Two Halos, One Hood (You know what we mean LOL!)