An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Eli sharing his big book with Leta: UBER CUTE

  • Liz

    Oh that is so sweet! She’ll be reading up a storm in no time!

  • Holy Crap.m I’ve never been this high up in the comment count!

  • Amy

    She looks so content with a book her in lap. She’s one smart cookie 🙂 You are a blessed momma.

  • Oh My Dear God in Heaven.

    MONTHS of trying to usurp the dedicated Doocesters, and I finally see my name at the top.

    I tell ya, it’s right up there with havin’ a baybee.

  • Hooray for reading! One of my favorite pasttimes as a child….

  • Wonderful!

  • Is that your cold, dead hand reaching out from amidst the deadly weight of thousands of dute, dimpled plush toys?

  • Christine in Virginia

    Wow — great teacher! …

    I’m first??? unbelieveable..

    endlessly impressed by your insight and candor — thanks, Dooce.

  • Liz

    Good Morning Heather & Internet!

    Weird! I saw the thumbnail change, but couldn’t see the picture yet.

  • Em

    I would be closer to first but this REMEMBER ME? thing never remembers me. How rude.

    I thought the thumbnail was pancakes. I’m confused!

  • di

    awwwww… how sweet

  • Matt in London

    Morning.

  • Totally uber-cute! I heart Leta!

  • Liz

    Lovely! A reader! What an intelligent little lady.

  • Leta be lookin’ for the Boobah.

  • no really? Am I first?

  • first~!

  • becaru

    good morning

  • Jen

    Almost first!

  • I heard they’re developing a Keeper for hockey fans.

    It’s called the Stanley Cup.

  • I’m going to be a ballerina today.

  • But *I* wanted to be the ballerina today!

  • annabelle

    I just don’t understand… so confused… bloody dialogue… out spot, out.

  • i’m going to be first today!

  • Fish? Dude? Where you be?

  • welcome to dooce, may I service you?

  • Didn’t we have a discussion about other meanings of the word “service” here a while back?

  • Girl-A — ding ding ding ding! I laughed so hard my Keeper cup shot all the way across the room!

  • stacy

    Man, what’s up with Fish?

  • You think all this bloody cup talk finally drove Fish upsteam?

  • There was pubic service???
    How come I didn’t get no pubic service?!?

  • Catcher in the Pie

  • RazDreams

    it’s mardi gras today down here in new orleans… par-tee time!!! (and we’re off of work too!)

  • Because the Keeper cup can be worn for up to 12 hours, a woman can empty and dump the contents at home in the toilet (not the sink) instead of the public restroom.

    Bringing a moistened tissue into the public bathroom stall is all that’s need to wipe the cup after emptying.

    But to each her own. Whatever you’re comfortable with.

    This has been a pubic, I mean, public, service announcement.

  • If you tell anyone you’re with on a date bout whatchu got in there, you could probably call the cup “The Crypt Keeper”

  • Girl.A, we’re not talkin’ ’bout Crypts, we’re talkin’ ’bout Bloods!

    Oh, never mind. Just a little age-related confusion there. . .

  • Yep. Sorry that I asked.

    I heart tampons.

  • Oh, oh! I got another one!

    The Curse Catcher

  • I’ve used instead. It’s cool, but messy if you don’t do it right. But then again, a lot of things can be messy if you don’t do them right. Like cutting watermelon.

  • Yeah… waaaayyy too much info. Interesting, but… eww.

  • She grossed y’all out without using any adjectives. Powerful medicine woman.

  • Happy Mardi Gras, dooce comment posse!

    May your boobs be perky and presentable at least one day of the year. Get some beads, y’all!

  • Catherine

    Last!

  • get a clue and use Instead cups. At least you toss those things! And I think my eyes need to be ripped out after post 366…ew.

  • FISH! What happened to your page?

  • I believe that is known as the old monkey fist trap.

  • “the old monkey fist trap”

    How did you know my husband’s pet name for me?

    *Oh*, you meant the Leta story. Never mind, nothing to see here. . .

  • And ew. EW!

  • Wow. That’s bullshit Geraldo. I think I’ll stick with my tampons, thanks.

  • cat

    Oh… my.
    The words “Too Much INFORMATION” are echoing through my head. ECHOING! GAH! MAKE IT STOP!

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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