I would write a warm and smooshy story about the origins of this photo, but the reality is they've been kidnapped. From clip art. And they are only available to me in .gif and .jpeg formats.
I am thirtysomething (which is totally not the new twentysomething, no matter what you tell me). I have no bloggable children who do quirky things like pee in my plants or have new, undiscovered fascinations with body parts. Nor do I have a bloggable husband to sacrifice himself in the name of writing wittily.
It’s just me. Abundantly sarcastic. Overly critical. Avid double-spacer between sentences.
Contact me at hotmess@anotherhotmess.com.
