Our Lady of Perpetual Depression

With the best of intentions

Marlo picked out this specific pumpkin because it was so tiny and cute, and I thought that when she saw this photo she’d giggle and soften her heart a bit toward Chuck. Except after I snapped this shot he titled his head, and when the pumpkin slid off and hit the floor the stem snapped off.

Uh oh.

Now both he and I are hiding in the basement.

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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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