I would definitely buy the fun pass!
I’ve been wearing this silk string for exactly two weeks. It was tied to my wrist during a baby shower to act as a reminder for me (and 28 other ladies) to spiritually support a girlfriend through the last two months of her Chinese adoption process. After four years of ups and downs we were finally able to shower our friend with love (and little dresses), and begin the official countdown for Thea’s arrival to Boulder. Yeaaa Thea!
By the way, I think it’s hysterical that I’m calling it a “Ka-Baby” bracelet! Get it? Kabbalah? Ashton and Demi’s red bracelets? No? Not funny? Am I really the only one getting this joke? (crickets) Alrighty then…
Thank goodness for the women who have the balls to write what the rest of us are thinking…even if it is anonymous. So many times I’ve considered starting a “Secret Contributor” page just so I can comment on the crazy talk that often comes out of the mouths of my nearest and dearest. But I’d never do it, people would figure me out and even after I made all the necessary (insincere) apologies the hurt feelings would continue to resurface and eventually (waaaay in the future) I’d either feel badly about the things I shared or I’d get preggers and have to eat my words.
I’ve kept this secret delight (reading Childless Bitch) to myself but after a like minded friend (who actually came up with the “No Income No Kids” tag) posted this on her Facebook wall I had to share it here.
PS, the best part of Childless Bitch’s articles are all the comments people write defending their parenting against her accusations. The keys on their computers must be smashed to bits from typing with so much anger.
Yesterday I found myself pretending to shop Ann Taylor’s Spring 2012 Nautical Collection so that I could secretly snap pics of a classic case of baby doll abuse and photo bomb my sister, Fawn. I know it sounds creepy for a grown woman to hide behind clothes and use her camera phone to take pictures of a little kid (ok, it actually is creepy) but in all honesty I spied the little thing aggressively rolling her baby doll through cosmetics and couldn’t help but draw a parallel between her expression and the one most new mothers develop sometime during the third week of mommiehood and I had to share it with Fawn. It was the “I’m tired of dragging this thing thing around!” look… but unlike real new mommies she didn’t care if the world knew how much she was hating life.
I would have snapped and left but considering it was 3 pm and she was refusing to say hello to the friend her mother just bumped into, I knew she was right on the edge of that very moment when her rage at being saddled with a very bad decision (to roll Baby around all day) was about to take over and she was going to whirl Baby across jewelry and collapse into an uncontrollable fit of screams and I just couldn’t miss it!