An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Whomp!

A huge snowstorm thrashed the valley over the weekend, and it’s that time of year again when thirty-two pairs of shoes fall into a giant pile right next to the front door. This doesn’t stop the snow or the snow melter from drifting in and leaving huge stains all over the dark hardwood floors. I’m going to try to use this experience to reach down and achieve inner calm about the whole thing, but my outer calm can’t stop mopping the floors ALL DAY LONG.

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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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