the smell of my desperation has become a stench

The long-suffering older sibling

Jon picked up these newfangled Kongs at the vet recently, and here Chuck is enjoying a treat of peanut butter moments before Coco got hold of the toy and chewed it into several hundred tiny pieces. The packaging bragged that it was indestructible, but I guess I should have checked the fine print where it says EXCEPT IF YOUR DOG IS SATAN.

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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