Renovations, broken boilers, puppies, and John’s resistance to help even when it’s generously offered. It’s all loosely related. And somehow we still manage to touch on teenage emotions near the end because we’re making rambling an art form.
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.