Where have I been? Driving. And driving and driving. I work until 3, 3:30 sometimes 4:00 if I’m not watching the clock, then get in the car to drive my kids. And the neighbor’s. And other kids, vaguely familiar from preschool a decade ago, hanging out whose moms “work” and since I’m home, can I swing them home? On the other side of the Ponderosa. And it’s a big motherf’ing
I’m Not Talking about the Abercrombie Bikini and You Can’t Make Me
Friends have been asking me when I’m going to go off on the Abercrombie push-up bra for the busty 8 year olds in your life. But I’m not. I need to protect myself from the Abercrombie loving feminist trolls who attacked without warning when I confessed I would not, could not, shop at perfumed slut inducing stores sexualizing little girls. Boy, did that hit a nerve. I was hating Abercrombie
Nothing Says Mantime Like Grave Digger and Beef Jerky
Saturday night in the ‘burbs. What’s your idea of a perfect night? How about a slew of boys jammed into the back of a Suburban, gassed up with a never ending supply of beef jerky and Pop Rocks, heading to the big city for lil’ bit of culture. Sound like fun, a trip down memory lane, or culture shock? Living in the suburbs has its benefits, but you sure do