So. After a lot of discussion, and a significant amount of drinking (mostly from our flasks, in public places) we decided we need to document our lives. For the working mothers like us. The men who think we are awesome (or whom we think should think we’re awesome). And the single women secretly coveting our lifestyle.

We’re kidding, of course. Sort of.

It’s the teaching our daughters why moms are allowed to use a curse word from time to time (and why they can’t until they are doing their own damn laundry). Getting them up, fed, dressed (so they don’t look homeless), and out the door with the lunches we lovingly packed with haste. Meanwhile we’re shoving on our heels as we hop into the car to take them to daycare/preschool/kindergarten, with the goal of making it to our desks before the boss arrives. All of this causing us to pull out our perfectly coiffed hair (just kidding, most days we’re lucky if we get a shower in) that made us realize that our lives are fucking hilarious. Well, at least we see the humor (or we’d lose what is left of our sanity).

Disclaimer: The blog you are about to follow (trust us, you want to) isn’t going to be PC. It might rub a few people the wrong way.  If you can’t handle a fair amount of foul language, sarcasm, and telling things like they truly fucking are in the biggest small town in Minnesota, then thanks for checking us out, but this isn’t the place for you.  On the other hand, if you like what you’re reading, please share us with your friends!

-H&N