Amanda was minding her own business working as a nurse in the Midwest when she was abducted by a mad scientist hell-bent on touring every state in the union while working his way up the corporate ladder. Meanwhile, Michelle was spirited out of the east village in New York to the wilds of northern Connecticut. The two were destined to meet at the culinary Mecca of New Milford, the Cookhouse. While comparing notes on toddler table manners, or the oxymoronic nature of that concept, they realized that play dates might be a lot more fun if you could stand the mothers of said play mates.
From these meetings-of-the-moms, comes Bad Mother Bloggers. Here to offer an irreverent, if irrelevant, take on motherhood, Amanda and Michelle offer an answer to the age old question: What happens to smart asses when they grow up and procreate?
