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Hair, day who the hell knows

Some of you have been asking what’s going on with the hair situation, and I am right at that stage where I feel like shaving it all off. It’s not long enough, not short enough. Like Goldilocks is wrestling around up there looking for the right length and, oops! Sorry! The three bears don’t live there. Although you would think otherwise if you saw my hair first thing in the morning. You do not want to mess with my hair’s cubs because it will chase you down and tear your face off.

Onward (and walking away from the scissors).

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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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