An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

More in love than ever

Last night I was sitting in bed reading as Jon locked up the house and cleaned the kitchen. Suddenly he popped his head into the room.

“Heather,” he said, “you need to come admire the load job I just did on the dishwasher. It’s that good.”

“How good?” I asked.

“No other mortal could stack such a small space with so many dishes.”

Really? Because now that you’ve said that I’m not going to need a gin and tonic to get in the mood.

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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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