Day 4 of 31DBBB involved something like analyzing a blog similar to mine but one that is more successful. Suck it, better bloggers than me. I’m not in the mood today, and I miss my baby.
Tag Archive: my pretend boyfriend
fringe friday fellowship—5 letters edition
Picked up this meme at Danny Miller’s Jew Eat Yet, and I had to try it.
birthday weekend so far
Last year, my birthday went by in such a 38-weeks-pregnant haze that for the entire year, I thought I was still 40 years old. This year, in a half-effort to pay more attention to myself, I’m acknowledging my birthday 1. in advance, which I rarely do and 2. buying myself stuff, which: always.
I was thinking of a write-rant before realizing I either don’t really care
or don’t have the energy
Dear Guinness the records, not Guinness the beer: I have given birth to the lightest sleeper on Earth. Please come verify and announce. Guinness the beer, you can come, too.
fireside chat with Checkers or something like that, right?
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