He was like, FINE. You can show me affection and I will accept it, but only because you are sitting where I would like to be sitting in front of the fire. Please hurry.
(Thank you, Jon, for the shot.)
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the smell of my desperation has become a stench
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.
