The Mugs of May - We Salute Our Mothers in Jail

 That's right, Mom.  No card this year.

 And no Whitman's Sampler for you.

 This is jail, not The Price Is Right.

If you're going to steal fake eye lashes, try to get them to match.

 Plenty of time to read Michelle's new book while in prison.

 When your mug shot doubles as your Instagram photo.

Your mascara is running.

 Arrested for ingesting two Smurfs.

 What smells?  Um, maybe it's you.

 Bathroom is down the hall to the left.  The matron will take you.

 Arrested for impersonating Donald Trump.

No, it's not a wig.  Okay, we now add perjury to your charges.

Dinner last night:  Chopped barbecue salad with bacon.