Month: August 2018
Ignore Me, Move On to Another Cheerier Blog.
I’m annoyed this week. I’m pissy. Things, people, rain…it’s all pissing me off. Rain. How many days of rain do I need to endure? It’s as if the sky is punishing me for tanning using baby oil when…
Read More »Dear Fetus (week 18)
Every week, on Saturday, I show Chuck the baby app on my phone for the new week. It’s very sweet, cos he’ll say things like, “Our baby has four arms this week?” He’s really excited to meet you…
Read More »Dear Fetus
I thought I’d start a “Dear Fetus” series because, who doesn’t love a pre-baby? Oh, that’s right, Liberals. Ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa. I kid. I support a woman’s right to choose. This paragraph has gotten off track….
Read More »So Then I Got a Puppy
He has been super fun over the past month. We went to Montana together, I couldn’t take Pants cos Chuck wasn’t coming with me and the puppy had to come because of obvious reasons, and we had a…
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