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:
- Hine-y
- 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.
Go buy a copy. Or I’ll make you come to Calgary and buy something from Chris at the flea market. Careful: it could be half a dog, or a whole kid.
CLICK HERE TO PRE-ORDER YOUR COPY OF I JUST WANT TO BE ALONE.
Maybe then Chris will buy us the other half of the dog.
You keep succeeding, Leanne… and I keep failing.
In an uncertain, ever-changing world, it’s nice to know somethings are immutable, isn’t it?
Congratulations on this latest victory.
(And that dog is seriously disturbing. Has your husband been reading The Blogess lately?”
Sounds like a fun read! You are too funny.