In my head, this cat is screaming: “Come say that to my face and I will SLAP THE BITCH OUT OF YOU“. Probably it was just yawning though. You’d have to ask the artist, Kimberly Kelly Santini, who paints a dog a day. My guess is that she has severe OCD. You should totally takeContinue reading
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This book is awesome and I’m not just saying that because this is an ad. I’m saying it because I’m in it. And because I sort of apologize to everyone on the two pages I’m in. So if you’re mad at me, you should probably buy this book. Or buy it if you aren’t madContinue reading
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I was paid for this post, but possibly with money stolen from cats who have better documentation than mine.
A few months ago I got an email from a company focused on “protecting my child from identity theft”, but I told them I wasn’t interested because I don’t know anyone who would intentionally choose to be my child. My 6 year old is awesome, but she lives in a one-bedroom bedroom and she’s notContinue reading “I was paid for this post, but possibly with money stolen from cats who have better documentation than mine.”
My deliriously irreverent friend, Noa, supports my xanax addiction and has taught me everything I know about creative profanity. I heartily recommend. Go read her front page you will be instantly hooked and/or terribly offended. Either way, you’re entertained. Want to see your ad here? Of course you do. Contact me.
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Remember last week when Hailey graduated from kindergarten?
Last high school dance.
Yesterday I was telling my friends that I have to take Hailey to the Blossom Culp stadium for graduation practice and they looked at me weird bc apparently it’s the “Blossom stadium” and I’ve been saying it wrong for years and I just realized that Blossom Culp was the heroine of Richard Peck book series I loved when I was little and had forgotten existed until now.
When the roles are reversed and your child tells you to go to sleep and then records you for their TikTok.
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