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Why you gotta?

Whenever I return home from a trip Chuck slips into his Midwestern accent and gets very preachy about how his priorities do not match up with mine. Why I gotta leave? Why I gotta stick him there alone with Coco? Makes no sense when I gotta house and a bed and a car and a very lovely—okay, sometimes moody—dog who brings me farts. Do I gotta dog in New York who brings me farts? THAT’S WHAT HE THOUGHT.

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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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