the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Here’s a blurry shot of me kissing my lovely daughter so that you will forgive me for the rest of it


Today Beth and I went on a walk and because both of her boys were in preschool she offered, “I can hold your dog for you.”

And then she paused for a moment and continued, “I guess that sounded kind of dirty, didn’t it?”

I only realized a couple days ago that the Jack in the Box book I read to Leta is totally XXX in content:

Here’s a pretty little box.
It has no keys, it has no locks.
But if you give it a little crank (JUST A LITTLE ONE! BE GENTLE!)
It makes a funny clink and clank.
If you crank it all the way (all the way, ALL THE WAY)
You’ll hear the music start to play.
The box pops open, surprise, surprise,
A smiling mouth and great big eyes.
A funny hat and that’s not all (NOPE, NOT BY A LONGSHOT)
A funny body that grows so tall.

Then it goes on to talk about how the children laugh and clap their hands but that is just gross.

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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