This is not the barbecue I thought I would be attending when I replied "Yes" to your Evite.
I am not the only one out there bitching about the cult of mommyhood. I have found my soulmate regarding all things baby and new mommy!
I guess I have a visual bug up my a$$ lately. I'm here to talk some more smack on your pictures, mommies. And this time I'm holding your entire family accountable.
Or, Why I Think You Should Slow Your Roll On All Those Baby Pictures You Send Out.
For this post, I'm going to take my usual rant against all things babies and their mommies who drive me crazy, and channel it into a lovefest for "The Amazing Race's" Bionic Woman, otherwise known as Margie Adams.
There they were. Drunk children. No, not on Pom martinis or Pabst -- drunk with power. Supplied quicker than a flask by their official parental units.
Hey there, girlfriend, acquaintance, coworker: I hear you're knocked up. Congratulations! No really, I am truly happy for you. It's been fun watching you grow and glow and yes, I do feel bad about the hideous maternity clothes your body is being forced into. Hey, what's this? An invite to your baby shower? flk&j#lj@dlf!