Naptime is the New Happy Hour

Hi. Remember me? Maybe?

I have a wicked little secret to share but I'm not ready just yet.

99.9% of you will not care. There are only two people that I am afraid will care. Which is why it was a secret. But I'm really no good at keeping secrets. I hate them. They eat me up from the inside out.

So rather than be a big girl and just tell those people about what I've done, I'm going to make a big damn deal about it and write about it here.

Fun, huh?

But first, before I post anything else, you need to drop everything that you are doing and go buy/rent/borrow/check out from the library/steal this book, read it and then come back here.

I read this in about three uninterrupted hours and have never laughed so hard or so often. If I know you, then feel free to come back here and admit to all of us which page(s) you are. Because, trust me, I have already found you in this book. I have reduced every person I know to a page number, and have cracked myself up into a thousand tiny little pieces laughing at us all.

Oh, don't worry! I'm in here too! I know it. I read this and peed myself realizing all of the annoying and neurotic traits that I possess.

Anyway, I'm off to contact Stefanie to inquire about wholesale orders because I will be handing this out at every baby shower, birthday, bar mitzvah, girls night, home pyramid party, playgroup...

And I can't wait to get my hands on her other book, Sippy Cups are Not For Chardonnay. Eeee! Can't.Wait.

spreadin' the funny, people. Just spreadin' the funny.