An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Yikes

Well, this is happening. I don’t remember ever seeing these until at least April (I refer to them as “these” because I am a blogger, not a botanist nor a horticulturalist nor a floriculturist, and yes, I did a google search for “who is the dude who studies flowers”). These line the fence in the backyard, and I noticed them last week. In February. This is the strangest winter I can remember in the eleven years I have lived here. And I will leave it at that. I won’t say anything more lest I tempt the Universe to beat the living crap out of Utah.

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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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