the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Every man needs his monkey

Our Nikon D70 is getting fixed (sensor problem, grrr) and will be in the shop indefinitely. Thus, this vintage photo of Chuck at about seven weeks old. And that’s his stuffed monkey he used to carry around in his mouth on walks. Jon and I were listening to this comic the other night who made the argument that the only things men want more than sex are 1) to be involved in a heist, and 2) to own a monkey because how cool would it be to be driving home from work knowing that you’ve got a monkey waiting for you in a closet? I think I know what I’m getting Jon for our anniversary.

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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