Note: No boys allowed today. Just trust me on this one. If you’re a guy and you’re dying to know what the following post says, forward it along to a female who loves you and ask for her interpretation, if you must. Run along, now. Go on, shoo.
A new book recently came out by the author of the awesome blog, Finslippy. It’s called Let’s Panic About Babies! and the sub-header reads, “How to endure and possibly triumph over the adorable tyrant who will ruin your body, destroy your life, liquefy your brain and finally turn you into a worthwhile human being.” While I don’t necessarily agree that babies “destroy your life,” I do agree with the rest of that sentence and applaud the authors for having the cajones to put it in print.
I also love their use of a “Babies with Laser Eyes” image on the cover. Nicely done, ladies.
Anyway, this post is girls-only because I have have have to direct you to something from the Let’s Panic About Babies website that involves the V-word. Trust me: I wouldn’t do this unless it were absolutely necessary. And it is, because this is the most eloquently hilarious bit of writing I’ve read in a long time. Anyone who has given birth will understand. Here is the link. Read it and weep.