My ass gets wider every day and I don't mind telling you about it. I love my kids and my husband but that doesn't stop me from bitching about them. I'm sarcastic, self-loathing and pessimistic. I write about my crappy job, my crazy kids, my lack of sleep, the time I accidentally put my panti-liner on with the adhesive side up, and whatever else comes to mind. And if that's not the kind of content you're looking for . . . well then I don't think you're truly appreciating the real purpose of the internet.