M*therblogger
Ladies, germs, onlookers, and bystanders, I'm here to take care of some bidness and that is all.
Aquaphor skincare product review (and photo of Wombat in the tubby) here. Enter for your chance to win cash! and prizes! (I love it best when regular readers win my contests, don't you?)
Then, let's talk about swearing in front of the kids, shall we? (We're the $%@#ers who said we'd stop saying &*!% and #@&! as soon as the baby was born and then...well, we just got so *%@#&!+ busy, you see, and cleaning up our language just felt like too much to take on.) Come join the party here, won't you? (Someone's already said "motherfucker" in the comments, which I think is awesome.)
Now, back to my regularly scheduled rushed and panicked crafting in preparation for Wombat's birthday and Christmas, which are eleven &$%*ing days apart and just around the corner. (Christmas music in the craft store. Christmas music in the craft store! Code Red! Code Green!) If ever there were a time for swearing, it's now. This year I'm trading out Johnny Mathis and Bing Crosby for Eminem and Insane Clown Posse.
Later, bitches.
one of my little sister's first words was "shit." my mother was horrified but I thought it was adorable.
Whoops! That was me...
Strangely, I've never said that word out loud.
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folks were discussing this over at the hunts website. it was in the first stages to turn into a firey conversation.