Three days and two showers later, my 15-year-old son still hadn’t washed his hair, nor, according to the evidence, his face. “You didn’t wash your hair again,” I said to the figure hunched over the cereal bowl this morning. “The water was too hot,” he replied. While I don’t harbor engineering hopes for him, I was secretly hoping he would someday be able to live independently! “Common sense to teenage boys is like a remote island,” my husband offered by way explanation. “And it’s really, really hard to get there.”
Finished Bossypants, and while it’s clearly getting enough attention without me, I have to say: it deserves it. Hysterically funny to the point where I had to cross my legs, it shines a light on absurdity in tv, politics, motherhood, and just trying to be a normal person in a crazy world.