Hi. If you’re here because you saw me speak today as part of Listen To Your Mother and now you’re looking for more cute, silly little poems with no cursing… um… well… yeah.
I DO write those on occasion — in fact, you can find one of the poems I read today here. And there are a few more here. And I’m also about halfway through a book of them so you should definitely keep an eye out for that at your local Barnes and Noble because god knows there’s a HUGE market for books of stupid poetry about shit like laundry and lotion and farts. I’m fully expecting those million-dollar offers from agents to start pouring in any minute now.
Any minute now.
(Tapping fingers on desk… whistling… waiting…)
Anyway, what I was saying is that you won’t find a *lot* of silly poetry here, or even much of your typical “mommy blog” stuff. For the most part, this blog is just plain obnoxious. And potty-mouthed. And weird. And awkward. And horrible.
Just like me.
And that’s exactly how I like it.
Sorry if you were expecting something different. I hope you like it anyway, even if it’s not what you were expecting. And if you don’t like it, I won’t hold that against you. If we ever actually met in person, I’d probably think you sucked, too.
No, really. It’s very likely.
But either way, thanks for stopping by.