the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Roasted to perfection

It’s that time of year again, or at least it’s the weeks leading up to the days when Chuck will systematically try to kill himself by overheating in the sun. Sometimes he is so intent on cooking his internal organs that we can’t even lure him up with cheese, so one of us will have to physically pick him up and move him into the shade, his paws stretched out in a desperate last grasp for THE SUN! THE SUN!

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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