This week on my sex column (which is satirical and occasionally safe for work if your boss isn’t an asshole):
This week on my mommy blog on the Houston Chronicle:
- Home-made zombie survival kit: Inappropriate gift for a five-year old.
This week on the internets:
- I gave pregnancy advice to my friend, Design Mom, and now her site has completely crashed. I blame me.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-write-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
- Yes. It’s a commercial for shampoo. And it made me cry.
- I’m a little embarrassed for this cat.
PS. This post was all set to auto-publish this morning but I didn’t do it right and I just came home from the airport to find out I’d failed at publishing re-runs. I am the worst blogger ever. Also, I had a panic attack today in front of my in-laws and it was mortifying and not really in a funny way and I kind of want to write about it except it doesn’t really fit here. Technically it doesn’t really fit anywhere. I have four blogs and this one is basically made for shit that doesn’t fit anywhere and it still doesn’t fit anywhere. I may put it here anyway though so be prepared for depressing, emo shit unless I pass out before I finish it. Also, if you’re really depressed and you decide to read Jack Kerouac to distract yourself on the airplane you’re going to want to kill yourself. No one told me that. There should be a warning on those books.