I watched the Oscars for you

It was totally boring. Here's all you need to know. You're welcome.

Yes J.Lo we see you.

Yes, Angie. We see you. And your leg.

Best Dress 1

Best Dress 2

Unfortunate. Someone is getting fired.

OH and, Sweetest award, moment, speech and movie.

Mommy Lunch Box Wars

When I pack my lunch it looks like this. And it's in a wet grocery store plastic bag. I'm amazing.

I don't have to pack my kids lunch yet. When I do, it will not be like this blog at all. It's basically a big "f*ck you" to everyone who ever packed their kids lunch and didn't make it Japanese-adorable.

I call it: LOOK AT ME, I PACK MY KIDS LUNCH. IT TAKES 3 HOURS.

Plus that shit will be all rolling around and not even be assemble by the time they open that lunch up. Right? Righh? Righ...

Mommy, why won't you play with me instead of packing my lunch for hours?

I like the note part. That's sweet.

Seriously. I just don't get it anymore. You're going to see me on the news, and it will be me standing in the middle of a freeway holding up printouts of this blog, and asking traffic to stop... and look at what people are doing. Then I will be free.

Guess what, I'm not the worst mom eveh...I present to you THIS.

I ain't afraid of no lunchbox blog. Really? Dude, Ghost Busters?