If you recap my playdates, you'll see a theme emerge: I like funny. Smart funny, bitter funny, swearing funny, but always, always funny. I don't look for my heartstrings to be tugged or my humanity to be found. I just wanna get in, guffaw, get out. Wham bam.
So no one was as surprised as me to be drawn to things that melted me more than I'd admit on a blog. Mike did it earlier this week on his blog, the bastard. And then, I went playdate cruising, and I found this.
I thought I'd get a few yuks, because Redneck Mommy is a go-to funny place. But then I read this achingly beautiful thing, with her dry humor and her giant heart, and shit...You know what? Read it. Hold yerself and read it. And then be grateful Ms. Redneck has the writing gift and the graceful outlook and the humanity that gets me riiiight here.
