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Last week we were finally able to set aside a few minutes to celebrate the birthday of my website with some chocolate cake. No, it wasn’t a paleo chocolate cake, but now and then I let myself indulge a bit. The tiny slice I did eat had enough sugar in it that I might have gone temporarily blind.

I let Marlo blow out the candles because when she saw the cake she immediately started screaming, “It’sth my birthday!” No, it’s not your birthday kid, but you’re cute and I like you. Have at it.

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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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