An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Hunter, gatherer

Jon is trying to hang a wide cantilevered shelf along a wall in our bedroom, and after two frantic hours of using every tool in his collection to find a sturdy enough spot in the rickety lathe and plaster, he lets out a roar so full of triumph that it sends waves through the water in the fish bowl.

“AT LAST! I have found a stud!”

“What finally worked?”

“I just happened to walk by a mirror, is all.”

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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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