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Vintage Pyrex ovenware

We had dinner with my mother last night (pork roast, black-eyed peas and cornbread, and it was unbelievable), and right before we left she asked me if I’d be interested in these bowls that had been given to her at her wedding shower a few weeks before she married my father over 40 years ago. I was like, hmm, let me see, I WOULD KILL YOU IF YOU GAVE THEM TO ANYONE ELSE, so yes.

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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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