the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Lunch break

Every day during lunch the dogs lounge around the backyard soaking up what heat and warmth is left in the season. During the winter I let them out at lunch but they usually return to the door within about a minute. That’s because in summer they are willing to trade the warmth of the season with the fact that I am inside eating freshly roasted chicken. In winter they’re like, “She is right inside that door eating freshly roasted chicken and we’re standing here in the snow? Where is our gun?”

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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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