In case you missed it, I posted yesterday about the contents of my purse.
Fascinating, I know.
On our Facebook page, a reader left a comment that started with “That was way more interesting than I thought it would be.” And I thought to myself, “Well, that’s a success, then, right?”
I’ve gotta say – it’s probably best that our readers set their expectations really low for what they’re going to find on this site. Because – let’s face it – you never know.
You might click over and find yourself reading about my kid’s mullet, or about how Jenny’s boobs are lopsided thanks to her son’s nursing preferences.
You might see pictures of Jenny’s groceries or pictures of the piles of junk that adorn my daughter’s room.
There’s even a post in the archives called “In Which a Tote Bag Tragedy is Averted,” and don’t forget the time I asked a super important question about what to do with hamburger grease.
Seriously, people, this is life changing shit we’ve got going on over here.
So the lesson in this – if you haven’t learned it already, and chances are if this isn’t your first time here, you already have – is DON’T EXPECT BRILLIANCE. Do not come here looking for insight, poetic prose, or deep thoughts.
You’re not going to find those things. You’re going to find things like Jenny going to Walmart, me encouraging drug use, and us making idiots out of ourselves in front of celebrities. You’re going to find lots (and lots and lots) of pictures of Jenny’s face and of cooking disasters once described to a group of PR professionals in a swanky Chicago steakhouse as “worse than the inside of my uterus.”
And Jenny’s not only going to tell me how to live my life, but she’s going to tell the rest of you how to live your lives too.
LOWER THE BAR, people.
We have.
