I took LET’S PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED to my daughter’s final orthodontic appointment – normally a traditionally funny coming-of-age thingy in a young girl’s life, I know. I should’ve thought this through. I’d been reading this book for a few days and each time I did, I laughed, out loud, so hard that I was crying (and once I thought I might be experiencing a stroke – but couldn’t be bothered to put the book down to check).

My husband would come in from the garage (doing whatever weird thing he does out there) and say, “I can hear you all the way out in the garage!” Then I’d read aloud the chapter I’d just read and we’d both be reduced to tearful, wheezing hysterics (which is not a good look for either of us).

I sat in the lobby of the ortho’s, looking carefully to my right and left. There were two other women there. I could do this. I could read this book without completely losing it. I opened it. Two minutes later the receptionist was visibly alarmed and the two other women were as far away from me as they could get, iphones in hand – poised to dial 911.

I’d failed. I should’ve known. When I took it to work to read over lunch, I had to go sit out in my car and take Kleenex. It’s THAT funny (and yes, I did get strange looks from my co-workers that I won’t go into here).

Jenny Lawson had a bizarre upbringing in a mystical place called Wall, Texas. From her dad throwing live bobcats on her dates, to the magic squirrel puppet that…er…wasn’t a puppet, to the bread bags she wore over her shoes in winter – I’m thankful she had a strange childhood and subsequently – life – so that I can be entertained.

She also invites us into her adulthood and marriage to a saint of a man named Victor, who’s only problem is leaving towels on the floor and staring (often) at her in disbelief.

This book has it all; a zombie pug, high-fiving over a sex concussion, an inopportune visit from a polite ‘rapist’ while dealing with a laxative overdose (not gross, I swear), anthropomorphic taxidermy (just try googling that one), and many more hilarious, wonderful, fabulous stories.

Ms. Lawson – aka – The Blogess, is a genius. I would kneel at her feet and be her minion forever. (Jenny, I really would…call me…)

READ THIS BOOK…just not in public. You were warned.