Let’s make this short and sweet: Go buy this book, read it, thank me later.
Ok ok, you know I can’t leave it at that.
You may also remember that as we were standing outside the hotel waiting to go to the Versace Mansion, we just so happened to be standing
in the presence of greatness right by Jenny Lawson. The Bloggess. Who totally wrote the funniest book in the history of the world (see above).
Jenny (my Jenny, not the awesome Jenny.) and I were all “OMGgggggggggg, it’s the Bloggess!!!” and I was all “Quick, take my picture!”
Which is how we wound up with this classic piece of photography.
But then, since Rachel is a normal person and all, she was like “Hi I’m Rachel, could we get our picture taken with you?” And so we got another picture with the Bloggess, this time like normal people.
I am really getting away from the point here, people. The point is, this book is freaking hilarious.
Last night I was in bed reading a chapter about Jenny (not my Jenny, the awesome Jenny.) OD’ing on laxatives, and I was cracking up and making such a racket that Andy came running into our room to see what in the holy hell was going on. He said he thought there was an intruder murdering me or something, which is ironic since a good portion of the book is dedicated to the possibility of being attacked by things like zombie cougars.
In other news, I must have a really pleasant laugh.
Seriously, though, I haven’t laughed like that since I saw my own life portrayed on the big screen in the movie “I Love You, Man.”
I am pretty sure this book will out-sell the Bible.
Go buy it. You can thank me later.