I've been at this six years, y'all. You'd think I wouldn't be BUT DID I DO IT, RIGHT????
The answer is probably NOPE and It's Okay Because Being Right All the Time is Boring.
The Husband would chime in here saying that I can't make that comparison since I'd have to be right at least some of the time in order to know what Boring feels like. He's at work and he didn't really say that but I know he totally would if he was here so my response to that is a resounding Fuck off, Sweeter. And then he'd laugh and kiss me BECAUSE THIS IS HOW WE LOVE EACH OTHER, YOU GUYS!.
But back to the point: The Disclaimer. BabyFat is (mostly almost) a work of nonfiction, which means I need to CMA in the legal department with a statement telling you kids at home that, while I'm sharing my story, I am in no way qualified to tell you how to live yours. Except for when I write my #dimelo column because they pay me to pretend I know what I'm doing. Total validation, folks.
Everything here is true, but it may not be entirely factual, mainly because I’m human and kind of pride myself on being imperfect. Also, I'm not a doctor and don't play one on my blog. Please do not confuse this work of non-fiction with professional advice. All tweets and blog posts included in this book are the property of the creator and are used with permission. Most names have been changed and in some cases I have compressed events. According to The Husband, I’m really good at embellishing—but that really only applies to the arguments we have (that I win) inside my head. So he can’t really be trusted. According to my kid, mama is always right. I think she’s onto something.