the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Small, small world

Last week I mentioned that yet again I had lost one of Leta’s socks on a walk. A day later I received this email in my inbox:

“Is it a Baby Gap sock sort of beige-y with blue flowers? … I thought I saw you walking on [street A] a couple weeks ago when I was driving home… I kinda think we might be neighbors… ?

Anyway, there is a Baby Gap (see above description), baby sock in front of Starbucks on [street A and street B]… and I am not stalk-y I just saw the sock this morning and thought of you and then I went to Dooce and saw the post and I felt compelled to email.”

To which I replied: “OH MY GOD. THAT IS HER SOCK.”

And then you know what she did? DO YOU WANT TO KNOW? She went back to [street A and street B] and LOOKED FOR THE SOCK. For Leta.

And even though she didn’t find it, it was gone, perhaps washed away by the rain or snatched up by the Sock Demons, I assured Leta that she has a Guardian Sock Angel.

Thank you, Kahli.

Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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