First came the Bugaboo, then came the Hushamok. Damn you, Euro designers for invading my cervix's sense of style.

People! I'm nearly un-married. Please don't make a mama's ovaries flip like this. It is way premature. Way, way premature and way, way outside the budget. Even with the shoe allotment added in.

Would it be weird to put a three-year old in one of these? Or maybe get it for the neighbor kid and just stare longingly through their back door at its tres moderne-ness? Anyone want to strike some kind of sick baby-lust deal?

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Grateful, fed

                                                       

                                                       How pumpkin pie should be eaten.

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NaBloPoMo Post #21

...and I still have not figured out how to attach the freaking badge to my blog. Can someone please open up the secret hatch on my cracktop screen and let the graphics fairies in to do their busy work so I can just be done with the little line in my sidebar where the funny badge should be?

And then can you ask them to leave me a kindly-worded letter explaining how the hell a woman with a hard-earned master's degree can be a kindergartner when it comes to this stuff? Seriously, write it up with jumbo crayons like I'm looping bunny ears through each other to make a pretty bow. Then we can all sit in a circle with our hands on our hearts with courtesy smiles and lips sticky with apple juice and say, "Oooh, she IS smart!"

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