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Nutjob

Walking with the dogs the other night I stumbled across a portion of the sidewalk covered in acorns, and I realized I haven’t seen one of these in years. And I know that sounds so dumb, but I seriously cannot remember the last time I saw one of these or held one in my hand. It reminded me of childhood when I’d collect them and then try to crack them open. But even those were a different color, perhaps much more brown than this one, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a green one like this. Which led to some google searches and now I know much more about acorns than I really need to.

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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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