The title of this post? It's contrived to make Augusten jealous. Think it will work?
If you don't hear from me for a few days, it's because of this book. I can't put it down. Seriously? Who does not love David Sedaris? No one, that's who. Or maybe stupid people. I don't know.
And yes, I realize this is not particularly "new," but I'm just getting around to it. Because? I have been sucked into the black hole that is the Sookie Stackhouse/Southern Vampire series. I've read eight of those suckers (har har). I thought I should give my brain a little cleanse before diving into the Buffy the Vampire Slayer graphic novels which will comprise my summer reading list. Stop judging.
Anywho, I was reading this in the lobby of the imaging clinic while the bicycle boy had x-rays and ultrasound done, and I was laughing. Audibly. I felt quite lame. But, screw it. Also? The people that hang out in the lobby of the imaging clinic? Somewhat gnarly, so they probably didn't even notice.
Images will have to go to the doctor and the doctor will tell the boy the results, but per the tech everything looked pretty normal. Except for the fluid in the scrotum which might have to be drained. Ew.
After that, I took Carlie to her violin recital dress rehearsal. Which lasted for something like nine hours, during which time small children with violins tried to kill me with their screeching and squeaking and horribleness. Luckily, I had my book and was engrossed enough in it to ignore my bleeding ears.
And that's how David Sedaris saved my life from evil Children of the Corn type kids wielding violins.
For the record, Carlie did not squeak or screech, though she did kind of forget her song, like, right in the middle of playing it.
Gotta go, my book is waiting.