the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Stilettos and broken bottles

This song by Robyn is my favorite song of the moment, and it makes a wonderful soundtrack for dance parties in the kitchen with your kids. We had one last night, and Jon thought he was recording Marlo’s awesome moves (kid can shake her hips, like, wicked). But when we tried to watch the video it turns out he only recorded two seconds. I was going to show it to you guys, and now I’m taking this as a sign from the Universe because I was wearing my skintight acid wash jeans. And now I don’t have to hear you guys going WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU WEARING?! I heard that enough from Jon yesterday when he bragged that he escaped the eighties without succumbing to that hideous fad. Does he deserve a cookie, or what.

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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