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Hair, day sixty

Bed head.

My emotions are right up underneath my eyes this week (a woman had to have invented sunglasses for this very reason), so this video couldn’t have come along at a better time. It might not be safe for work if your boss frowns upon a man dancing around joyously in his tighty whities, but this may just be worth getting written up for. Yes, I ended that sentence with a preposition, but you will forget all about that once you enter this magical little world.

Go ahead, watch it again from the beginning. We all did, too.

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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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