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The interrupting cow

I became known as the Cow Lady on the trip to Bangladesh because whenever we saw a cow, and that was often, I had to stop and take a picture. There just aren’t many cows roaming the streets of Salt Lake City like they do in that country. One cow got very upset that I took his picture without his permission and then proceeded to moo at me for a good ten minutes. A mean moo. And I was all, DUDE. You’re going to be on the Internet!

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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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