Oh, goodie. Yet another *mommyblogger*

Lucky Fuckin' Me. I pulled up Caroline67's blog tonight. When I saw the name of this blog in my inbox, I must confess, I sighed. How much teh suck can one woman handle in a single week, fer gawd's sake? Isn't it enough that my son is on a hunger fast to protest the fact that I am an evil badwordthatstartswiththeletterb (his word) from the pits of hell? Isn't it enough that my peter pan of an exasshatband can't manage to spend a single day of the week with his kids? Isn't it enough that I had an asstastrophe today that while, far from being as glamorous as shitting oneself in southeast Asia, still endangered my cute skirt from goodwill and pretty Tarzhay shoes? I mean JFC. Enough is enough.

The first post was titled: "The Wheels on the Bus." Oh fuck me now, I can't take another one.

But you know what? Good is good. Caroline67 is ballsy, smart-assy, sarcastic, and hilarious. Far from worshipping the lint that has collected between the pwecious widdle toes of her offspwing, she is FUCKING NORMAL. And, by normal, I mean cool as hell. I mean, HAS A GODDAMN LIFE. I mean, READS BOOKS. I mean, can write an actual sentence of content that sucks me in and keeps me interested for minutes at a time.

The girl is good. I like her template (but I always have been a fan of both pigs and classic children's books). I like it's pretty whiteness with black text that doesn't make my eyes want to explode. I like her writing. I like her sense of humor. She does tend to go on, but if she's writing about these little emo poseurs that are underfoot in my neighborhood flaunting their easily-gotten mall-goth-weirdness to the world as if they invented weird, I can read it. These pansy-assed wannabe freak kids could not fucking handle the mosh pit of a black flag concert in 1986. But Caroline67 could. For hours. Blah blah...roll up your archives and recent posts, cut the number of categories by 2/3, but don't you dare fucking change anything else.

Y'all, this is my kind of mommy blogger. And lordy lordy, girl got game.


p.s. I am pleased. All is well with the world again. Now if I can just get laid, I will be perfectly happy.