Conversation au-dessus d’un bol de céréales

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Je lis le blogue d’une maman américaine à la plume allumée et aux photos quotidiennes hilarantes, Heather B. Armstrong aka Dooce. J’ai retrouvé ce billet alors que je fouillais dans mes éléments publiés sur Facebook. Cette conversation matinale avec sa fille de 4 ans m’a encore fait rire, elle mérite donc d’être partagée!

C’est par ici!

Aparté: Cette femme ET sa famille vivent seulement des revenus publicitaires générés par son blogue. Chacun de ses billets est commenté plusieurs centaines de fois!

This website chronicles my life from a time when I was single and making a lot of money as a web designer in Los Angeles, to when I was dating the man who would become my husband, to when I lost my job and lived life as an unemployed drunk, to when I married my husband and moved to Utah, to when I became pregnant, to when I threw up and became unbearably swollen during the pregnancy, to the birth, to the aftermath, to the postpartum depression that landed me in a mental hospital. I’m better now.

In October 2005 I began running enough ads on this website that my husband was able to quit his job and become a Stay at Home Father (SAHF) or a Shit Ass Ho Fuckingbadass. He takes both very seriously. This website now supports my family.

I love bourbon, chips and salsa, Britpop, and television that excels at being really awful.

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