the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Only the best February ever

You’ll notice a distinct lack of a certain color and substance on the ground in the backyard. Yeah. I’m sitting at my desk with the windows and doors flung open. It’s 63 degrees outside. IN FEBRUARY. If I took great pleasure in chewing sticks I’d add a bullet point to the list of things that bring me joy: lying on my belly in the grass and chewing on a stick in warm weather.

I was up all night with Marlo and even though every part of me wants to be grumpy I simply cannot. And I won’t because I know so many of you are getting walloped again with frigid weather. I’ll share my sunshine with you.

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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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