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There has been an unsettling and unfamiliar turn of events in the past month with my ex-husband and Mrs. 2.0. I'm not sure how to put this other than to just come right out and say it. Given our history as an odd trio it may be shocking. They have become... Nice. I feel it's only fair to share this since I've shared years of whatever the complete and total opposite of "nice" is. Please don't </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2012/04/kill-em-with-kindness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EOOhDqOR4NY/T3vS4vEQN3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/VLhJTcJ88B0/s72-c/stress-reduction.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>51</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-4670417858549487358</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-02T14:03:07.235-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ten minute bullshit</category><title>Ten minute bullshit lunch time post #2</title><atom:summary>

So Tori Spelling is pregnant. Again. Am I the only one that immediately thinks of Dean McDermott's ex-wife, Mary Jo Eustace, and wonder how much wine she must be going through each time that chick that banged her husband pees on a stick and it turns blue? I'm sorry, I'm bad. I know. I'm OK with that. I think Tori and Dean are entertaining and I have to admit I've watched their show and actually</atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2012/04/ten-minute-bullshit-lunch-time-post-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gt7Hx8AS3Mk/T3n1aEIo4UI/AAAAAAAAAes/pFN7eef9_qE/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-6639774454080083233</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 03:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-31T22:40:05.364-05:00</atom:updated><title>Six months and seventeen days</title><atom:summary>

I'm slowly tapping the pitifully un-manicured fingernails of my left hand, in a rhythm that has now become hypnotic, on the table next to my laptop. I'm thinking. Hard. Or hardly thinking. I'm not sure which. 
Twenty minutes prior to this tapping finger trance ensuing my laptop creaked eerily as I slowly opened it and blew off the layer of dust that has slowly, and deliberately, accumulated on </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2012/03/six-months-and-seventeen-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdPBAJ7FPvI/T3fNjJd6eMI/AAAAAAAAAek/cCu6KSS7mFI/s72-c/theatre-curtains.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-5754214540301065879</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-14T15:13:35.231-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dear, Children's Place... WTF is up with the hookerwear?</title><atom:summary>
Fall has descended upon the Chicagoland area so I decided that I better descend upon a kids store and pick up my daughter a couple of hoodies and some new pants since she's outgrown her fall and winter clothes from last year. Imagine my utter delight when I stumbled upon this little jewel while ordering online today from The Children's Place.

Why yes, yes, those are in fact black sequin </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/09/dear-childrens-place-wtf-is-up-with.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3cvLwr8NXIU/TnEEdVQqkqI/AAAAAAAAAcg/pe5Mdy9mFLo/s72-c/Untitled.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>37</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-5886607298276907795</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Sep 2011 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-06T23:22:16.814-05:00</atom:updated><title>The One Where I Ask You To Drive a Truck Over My Head</title><atom:summary>I'm warning you right now... this is a half assed post that I'm typing and clicking the publish button on because my head is about to implode. Fuck spell checking and proof reading (actually, I'm not really good at that anyway so this is pretty much business as usual).

I'm the proud new owner of the biggest fuck-my-life moment to date. What I'm about to tell you is a true story. Everything I </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/09/one-where-i-ask-you-to-drive-truck-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bnPOjovKsM/TmbeT45MFwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/r1WnOWyCRlE/s72-c/Scream.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>29</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-6018351639140235490</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 06:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-05T01:24:55.268-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exboyfriendjewelry.com</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">what to do with the ring</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">single mom finances</category><title>When the Bling Doesn't Mean a Thing</title><atom:summary>So he liked it and he put a ring on it. Then he tripped anyway and now you're left with a rock that doesn't mean a thing to you. Come on Beyonce don't let us down, now what do the single ladies do?  


  My sparkler, which was given to me on bended knee under the Eiffel Tower while vacationing in Paris, has been sitting in a box for six years next month. Yes, it was a moment that chick flicks are</atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/09/when-bling-doesnt-mean-thing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiTrbV7nfi8/TmQxc8meqMI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/VAVG9dqrQJ4/s72-c/Proposal.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-5653600791160057663</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-22T00:27:55.314-05:00</atom:updated><title>Chunky Dunkin' (Or How I Spent My Summer)</title><atom:summary>
As summer simmers down and gives way to the fall school year I'm left, as most busy parents are, wondering where all of the time went. I started this summer with a goal, a simple one really. It was a personal goal that I knew would affect my daughter equally and as it turns out, as I look back on how we spent our summer days, it did. That goal? To get over myself. 
My daughter has been asking </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/08/chunky-dunkin-or-how-i-spent-my-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KWUNf177XY/TlHj1fBVBxI/AAAAAAAAAX8/DnjWHQ6NJZc/s72-c/3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-5354046362799024917</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-15T08:41:26.404-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogher 11</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kiss Our Sass Party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogher</category><title>The Recap - The Kiss Our Sass Party powered by Match.com</title><atom:summary>It all started with a conversation and a simple idea. A BlogHer party for the single moms, by the single moms. The mission... to rock the socks off of the tired, overworked, under appreciated single moms feet. BlogHer had a party for everyone, The People, the Queerosphere, the smart and sexy Latinas and the parties where the married mamas ruled aplenty. Melysa of SexLiesandBacon.com and I were </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/08/recap-kiss-our-sass-party-powered-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CPrdU1tr8-U/Tkgo0U4JoqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/QYkpho3B3IY/s72-c/wink.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-5503109172745453129</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2011 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-03T00:21:20.291-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wingbitch TV Episode 2 - The Pre BlogHer Edition</title><atom:summary>As I prepare to do laundry (at midnight) and pack (yes, at midnight) for my flight in the AM to beautiful sunny San Diego to attend my very first BlogHer conference I leave you with this... Episode 2 of Wingbitch TV. I'd also like to thank Mother Nature for knocking my power out for five hours tonight and sending me off to the 24 hour K Mart for fear I would have no clean clothes for my trip only</atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/08/wingbitch-tv-episode-2-pre-blogher.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-6076219837482796014</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-19T14:10:16.206-05:00</atom:updated><title>Still a Bunch of Bullshit</title><atom:summary>Sonofawhore I can't get the damn highlighter to turn off. Holy shit don't let me drive a car right now. Anyway...
Howdy ho boys and girls! I know I've been missing in action. I don't know where the Hell Waldo is but I can tell you where I've been... working my ass off at work during my customers fiscal year end and helping the fabulous party queen Melysa over at sexliesandbacon.com where I can at</atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/07/still-bunch-of-bullshit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hou5k3bM64k/TiXPEB31gWI/AAAAAAAAAXA/jrn2-1fntdc/s72-c/iStock_000011141924Small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-7745688590767707195</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T15:44:56.705-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Late Night Parents</category><title>Is This Thing On?</title><atom:summary>

So my girl Mely asked me if I'd be the Ed to her Johnny while she filled in for Josh and Adam over at Late Night Parents live streaming web show last week. I agreed, because I'm completely a sucker like that. I'm a sucker and I'm easily distracted by shiny objects and cheesecake. You have to understand, I don't do cameras. I especially don't do video cameras. I hate them. I don't mean in a </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/07/is-this-thing-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/sybmYLFCj60/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-6876062746892136228</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-02T21:50:06.369-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogher 11</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">match.com</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">match</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogher</category><title>The Kiss Our Sass Party powered by Match.com</title><atom:summary>

Once upon a time there was a beautiful, potty-mouthed, bacon-loving blogger named Mely (@Melysa_S), who fatefully met a snarky, mouthy less gorgeous but not altogether completely unattractive blogger named... well, me.In each other they found a wingbitch for life. (No, not like that. Not that there's anything wrong with that.)They both scrimped and saved for the past year, giving up their </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/06/kiss-our-sass-party-powered-by-matchcom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zygar17R8XQ/TehBYBaDSdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PFvbhTuwTRI/s72-c/TheKissOurSassPartyInviteImageFinal.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-4422746100484800197</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-16T00:10:24.591-05:00</atom:updated><title>A Lesson in EXonomics</title><atom:summary>To all the hard working single parents who do it all, all of the time, and who never receive a dime of support from their children's other parent I salute you. I also forewarn you that after this post you may want to slap my face, and in this case, I will let you. I am an asshole.

I've been spoiled. I'm one those single moms who actually receives her child support and receives it on or before </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/05/lesson-in-exonomics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j_WvvxG0ic/TdCvW8ZFKhI/AAAAAAAAATo/s8LQL1hI5t0/s72-c/singlemom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>35</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-5442588048692789313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2011 05:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-06T00:51:54.488-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FML</category><title>The Field Trip... From Hell</title><atom:summary>A month and a half ago my daughter came home from Kindergarten with what I thought was her usual mountain of daily papers. I zipped open her bag of endless scribbles and art work and began flipping through her daily masterpieces when I saw it. There was a sheet of paper hidden among the others that as soon as my eyes scanned the words my head began swirling in a giddy haze of naive excitement. It</atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/05/field-trip-from-hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl0qbYcdeoM/TcOKtm5dsrI/AAAAAAAAATY/X2x21CMXCNA/s72-c/Field+Trip.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>24</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-4459662932903955402</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2011 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-03T22:49:30.390-05:00</atom:updated><title>Kiss Our Sass</title><atom:summary>So it goes a little something like this... My friend Mely over at Sex, Lies and Bacon and I had too much to drink one night while on the phone with each other a temporary moment of genius while discussing ways as single moms we can make some extra money without having to learn how to pole dance because honestly I'm too fat for a stripper pole and have partnered up to bring you some of the </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/05/kiss-our-sass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lBEFEbgKHAo/TcDLEd4K15I/AAAAAAAAATQ/VxCPhAArIGg/s72-c/Kissoursass2-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-6052421084157189835</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-22T07:06:48.907-05:00</atom:updated><title>Misconceptions - The Single Dad View</title><atom:summary>This week I've been featuring guest posts by single mom writers I respect, who engage me in some way and who speak from the heart and gut. It would only be fair of me to now flip the coin over at and explore the daddy view. I'm all about fair play. Well, except when playing pool. I do like dirty pool. 
The truth is most single dads get a bad rep solely based on a few, or more than a few, </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/04/misconceptions-single-dad-view.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCy20v9Qa6A/TbEJ9SMtszI/AAAAAAAAASw/tSqlpXujW8w/s72-c/New+Dad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-6116862785724070868</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 11:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-20T06:27:10.907-05:00</atom:updated><title>Forgiveness</title><atom:summary>When going through my divorce I noticed that even among the single mom set there were smaller clubs within the club. For example there are single moms by choice, single moms by whoops and single moms by most unfortunate circumstance such as accident, illness or fuckery. Yes, fuckery. That is the club within the club I found myself in. The First Wives club, those whose "better" half dipped their </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/04/forgiveness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N642jWtTxCU/Ta5ORSnCkXI/AAAAAAAAASg/EvfLfNtbCRI/s72-c/HandCard-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>23</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-4288459923697547197</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2011 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-18T08:31:44.193-05:00</atom:updated><title>Uncertainty</title><atom:summary>I've met some amazing single moms, and dads, while trucking down the road of single motherhood. Each and every one of them have their own amazing stories. We all share common highs, lows, fears, concerns and bartenders on this wild ride we're on. All of their voices deserve to be heard. 
I have begun giving some of my favorite single parent writers an assignment. One word. One powerful word.
I've</atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/04/uncertainty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kKc_U9D1aY/Taw27NzgO0I/AAAAAAAAASY/hT6ZHLG89Y8/s72-c/magic-8-ball.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-8691758710480586431</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2011 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-12T15:07:24.349-05:00</atom:updated><title>All Hail the Stupid F?!cking Annual Employee Review</title><atom:summary>
I hate annual reviews. This year our review rankings were broken down into categories such as Best, Great, Good, Mixed and You Better Start Looking for Another Job Asshole Because You Are Totally Fucked. To make review time even more interesting it always happens to fall during our busiest time of the year. I'm convinced they do this to see who will crack and who won't. I am further convinced </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/04/all-hail-stupid-fcking-annual-employee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPbcncCpf6w/TZ38e_TzUzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3mgEgF0aJlA/s72-c/motivatorcube1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-6493559287194239329</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-06T14:49:44.575-05:00</atom:updated><title>10 Minute Bullshit Lunch Post</title><atom:summary>I’ve had no time to blog and quite honestly how does one call oneself a “blogger” if they don’t, you know, blog. I’m getting stabby. Lack of blogging makes me stabby and uptight and frustrated. Not unlike a complete lack of other-things-that-shall-not-be-mentioned-because-my-mama-reads-my-blog. 


Weird or funny random shit keeps happening and I think to myself, “Self, that would be a totally </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/04/10-minute-bullshit-lunch-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--l6beX_57_Q/TZzDDViDDvI/AAAAAAAAASM/MIVVABnv3Rg/s72-c/Untitled.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-4055965039485881410</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-22T11:10:29.329-05:00</atom:updated><title>Take Two Tuesday</title><atom:summary>I'm declaring today Take Two Tuesday (also known as I'm Really Fucking Busy Tuesday) where I pull an old snarky post out of the closet and play it again just for shits and giggles. With that... enjoy. In the meantime I'll be doing my job as well as the job of a coworker who is sipping margaritas and laying on the beach in Florida right now with his family. Well deserved of course, but I will be </atom:summary><link>http://singlemomsurvives.com/2011/03/take-two-tuesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Single Mom Survives)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/----3jujU_Mk/TYjI_r8-GfI/AAAAAAAAARw/cX0RVCoCqac/s72-c/iStock_000009982576XSmall.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971805739293382605.post-8317493723816765752</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 02:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-21T21:51:51.631-05:00</atom:updated><title>Single Mom's Celebrity Asshole Gift Recommendations</title><atom:summary>

Dear Miley, Sorry for blabbing to the media about how I blame you, your show and your fame for ruining my marriage to your mommy. My bad. Here are some chocolate dipped wine bottles. When it comes to drinking and eating your feelings you can never start too young. Love, Daddy


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