Yesterday, my husband came home from the flea market and said, “Kids, I bought you half a dog.”
Here he is:
And by “he,” I mean the dog, not my husband.
He (this time I mean my husband) and our nine-year-old twins bandied about names for the mutt. Suggestions included:
- Abdomen, or Abby for short
- Butty, short for Buttercup
- Private Parts, also known as P.P.
I live in a Fun House—as in the kind you find at a traveling amusement park, staffed by carnies. The crew chief is my husband, Chris.
And I’ve now written about our relationship, pre-kids, during a time you’d have thought we were semi-sane. But we weren’t. . .
My humor essay, entitled “The Five Stages of
Grief Marriage and Dating” is going to appear in a new anthology, I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE. This book, now available for pre-order on Amazon, contains hilarious stories about the men in our lives. Nearly 40 of the web’s funniest women have contributed. It’s spearheaded by Jen of People I Want to Punch in the Throat.
My essay involves the Middle Eastern desert, running over lizards, a sinking ship, and bacon. What more is there?
I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE comes out in one month in both paperback and Kindle formats. You don’t want to miss this. The first humor anthology that Jen edited, I JUST WANT TO PEE ALONE, was a #1 Bestseller. I’m hono(u)red to be in this instalment with so many funny women.
Maybe then Chris will buy us the other half of the dog.