You know that scene in Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom where Mola Ram rips out that guy’s heart and it catches on fire but the guy keeps breathing and, you know, FREAKING THE FUCK OUT?
Yeah, I have a feeling that poor guy was slightly better off than I was when Cassidy told me today that she’s ready to control her own blog already SERIOUSLY MOM. She’s been wanting to for awhile and I kept making up excuses why NO YOU CAN NOT but she’s 11 now and calls me on my bullshit excuses. THE NERVE!
The comment is what really killed me.
I just don’t think the internet, or my heart, is ready for all this.