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At Wit's End [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Humor)
  • Author:  Bombeck, Erma
  • Author:  Bombeck, Erma
  • ISBN-10:  0449211843
  • ISBN-10:  0449211843
  • ISBN-13:  9780449211847
  • ISBN-13:  9780449211847
  • Publisher:  Fawcett
  • Publisher:  Fawcett
  • Pages:  224
  • Pages:  224
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1986
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1986
  • SKU:  0449211843-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0449211843-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100048418
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"America's irrepressible doyenne of domestic satire."
THE BOSTON GLOBE
Madcap, bittersweet humor in classic Erma Bombeck-style. You'll laugh until it hurts and love it! "Any mother with half a skull knows that when Daddy's little boy becomes Mommy's little boy, the kid is so wet, he's treading water. What do you mean you're a participle in the school play and you need a costume? Those rotten kids. If only they'd let me wake up in my own way. Why do they have to line up along my bed and stare at me like Moby Dick just washed up onto a beach somewhere?"Erma Bombeck was America's favorite humorist at the time of her death in 1996. Ten of her 13 books, including Forever, Erma, appeared on theNew York Timesbestseller list. She claimed her first fiction writing was the weather forecast in theDayton Herald. Her favorite food was pasta, and her hobby was dust.This isn’t a book.
 
It’s a group therapy session.
 
It is based on six predictable depression cycles
that beset a woman during a twelve-month span.
 
These chapters will not tell you how to overcome
these depression cycles.
 
They will not tell you how to cope with them.
 
They will have hit home if they, in some small
way, help you to laugh your way
through while hanging on to your
sweet sanity.
 
January 2—March 4
What’s a nice girl like me doing in a dump like this?
 
It hits on a dull, overcast Monday morning. I awake realizing there is no party in sight for the weekend, I’m out of bread, and I’ve got a dry skin problem. So I say it aloud to myself, “What’s a nice girl like me doing in a dump like this?”
 
The draperies are dirty (and will disintegrate if laundered), the arms of the sofa are coming through. There is Christmas tinsel growing out of the carpet. And some clown has written in the dls%

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