By Laurie Notaro
IT’S LAURIE NOTARO’S vacation instruction manual.
PREPARE TO giggle YOUR TINSEL OFF.
It’s the main wonderful–and such a lot dreadful–season of the yr, whilst containers of brownies assault your thighs, drunken vacation revelers remain gone their welcome, and your grandmother has conniptions on the division shop over the cost of hand lotion. Welcome to Laurie Notaro’s Christmastime.
In ten brand-new tales and 3 formerly released favorites, Notaro stocks the sidesplitting day-by-day failures of the vacations, like discovering herself on emergency female product recon at nighttime on Christmas Eve; surrendering to the inevitable terrible reward Parade through easily soliciting for vacation dish towels and substantial white underpants from Sears; scuffling with the morons in line on the 7th Circle of Hell, in a different way referred to as the homemade craft shop; and attempting to reside down her acceptance because the so much Unfun Christmas occasion visitor Ever, because of an unlucky false impression concerning a pretend overdose and emergency paramedics.
So no matter if you end up on the uninteresting and clever celebration or the Raucous and silly get together this vacation season, you’ll continually understand the place to discover Laurie–just stick with the chocolate path over to the cheese platter. She’ll be the single dialing the law enforcement officials.
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