the smell of my desperation has become a stench

This is just crying out to be tucked inside the Valentine I’m giving to my Granny

So we decided to have a little fun and instead of setting our hair on fire we thought, how about something that won’t require reconstructive surgery? And that’s when we broke out the creamy peanut butter and spread a heaping dollop on the top of Chuck’s nose. We had no idea that Chuck could contort his tongue in so many different ways, and so this week I’ll be featuring a different picture every day of him trying to get off that damn peanut butter without the aid of opposable thumbs.

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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