the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Coco Furrocious

So this happened last night:

Right now some very tall white jackass in his late teens/early twenties is still trying to scrub his pants clean after Coco chased after him for more than a block. She quite possibly woke sleeping children with her merciless barking, and I’d apologize but… if I knew that my neighbor’s dog had caught someone trying to break into their house I’d walk over and give that dog a whole roasted chicken, too.

Good dog, Coco. I feel like the only commensurate reward for this is to let her loose in a field of sheep.

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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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