Let's Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir

I'm not familiar with Lawson's blog, but I was crying with laughter on the plane.

I laughed. I laughed until I cried.

And then I laughed until I cried so hard that my eyes hurt and I was snorting like an asthmatic hyena. And then I clapped my hands over my mouth because my son was sleeping. But I was still sort of snorting anyway.

Yes, it is that kind of book. It is irreverant and absurd, real and raw, touching and sweet.

It is one of my new favorite books ever and one that I will return to regularly when I need a good laugh, when I need to feel like I'm not crazy, and when I need to feel like there is at least one other human being in this world who can understand me...

This book arrived in the mail the other day. Great title. Great cover. I couldn't wait to read it.

Then I turned the book over and started reading the back.

And that was as far as I got.

Forgive me, but I cannot read this book. If my dad saw me reading this book, he'd wash my mouth out with soap. My mom would have put me in the corner and grounded me for a month. I have friends who would have had a public burning of this book.

I'm afraid it's not a book for me. I'm not really a modern girl who casually mixes the profane with the sacred.

I wish it had never come in the mail for me.

Can we pretend this never happened?