I used to read a ton of books… probably an average of 3-4 a week. Now it feels like sometimes I have to sneak around to even read one. Therefore it seems somewhat appropriate that the sequel to a book called I Just Want To Pee Alone ended up in my washroom. I read it while lazing in the tub, which is where I hung out every time I was getting sick of winter (by March, almost daily).
Things that I may or may not have said while I was reading the book for this review:
- I can’t hear you! Mommy’s head is underwater.
- No, I don’t know where you left your Lego dinosaur.
- Why are you barging in here while I’m in the tub to ask me if you can change your name to Darth Vader?
I can’t make this stuff up.
Reading in the tub might have been a bad idea, because I was prone to splashing during fits of hilarity. This resulted in having to mop up water (upside, I no longer have to wash the floor in there). It was, however, the only place I could find a moment’s peace and quiet on the weekends.
I Just Want To Be Alone is a collection of short tales by a bunch of Super Cool Lady writers: a comedy rollercoaster through love, marriage, and parenthood. It’s now available through Amazon on Kindle and via paperback and it’s a giggling good time. I especially enjoyed such selections as “It’s Beans, B**ch!” (as I have engaged in cooking deceit for picky eaters myself over the years), “The Incompetent Husband” (I may or may not have one of these males who pretend helplessness to get out of tasks), and “I Just Want to Sleep Alone” (because, really, who doesn’t?).
Two of my fellow BLUNTmoms, Lynn Morrison and Magnolia Ripkin, also got their first publishing street cred in this book (you may also recognize Magnolia from my vacation, when she covered me with the lovely German Secret Red Cabbage recipe). While I have never had the dubious pleasure of being married to a guy who
can will wear a Speedo or have had to evict my man from his mancave, I’ve never had trouble finding both of these ladies as hilarious. Truly hilarious. Not like myself, who my friends frequently describe as “hilarious once you get to know her.”
I should point out that this always makes me feel like I ride the proverbial comedy short bus. Or perhaps there’s something my friends aren’t telling me…
I am obligated to report I was technically “compensated” for my august opinion. If you consider getting an electronic advanced copy and having to wash my bathroom floors compensation.