A review by discoveringpeace
Furiously Happy: A Funny Book about Horrible Things by Jenny Lawson
5.0
Once, when I was much more married than I am now, my husband and I got busted for things parents have to drive to the lake and do in their van because kids at home and all. The officer said something about unsuspecting Boy Scouts camping (but not that day - we have morals...well, I do, anyway) and made us leave.
Driving down a very dark, winding road, I creeped myself out by asking him what we'd do if suddenly confronted by a man standing in the road with a shotgun drawn. After telling me I was crazy, A MAN APPEARED WITH A SHOTGUN! I shit you not. I flew to the floorboard, screaming, while he (the husband, not the One With the Shotgun) died laughing and slammed on the brakes.
He swore it was a possum and for ten years, he'd scream, "POSSUM!!" when we drove down dark roads. I'm sure that explains the only time we managed to squeeze almost three years between kids.
Whoever thought I'd meet my possum sister in a book about being crazy?
Driving down a very dark, winding road, I creeped myself out by asking him what we'd do if suddenly confronted by a man standing in the road with a shotgun drawn. After telling me I was crazy, A MAN APPEARED WITH A SHOTGUN! I shit you not. I flew to the floorboard, screaming, while he (the husband, not the One With the Shotgun) died laughing and slammed on the brakes.
He swore it was a possum and for ten years, he'd scream, "POSSUM!!" when we drove down dark roads. I'm sure that explains the only time we managed to squeeze almost three years between kids.
Whoever thought I'd meet my possum sister in a book about being crazy?