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by Jen Lancaster


  9 Despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Please see chapter 6 in Bitter Is the New Black for more details.

  10 German death metal, precisely as bad as you’d think.

  11 Best. Holiday movie. Ever.

  12 Naturally, located in my parents’ driveway.

  13 Christmas ’82.

  14 Fourth of July ’86.

  15 Christmas ’97.

  16 Thanksgiving ’98.

  17 Labor Day ’99.

  18 Our dogs hate my brother’s dog and we avoid incidents by keeping them separated.

  19 Big Daddy likes to keep the house at a bracing forty-two degrees. The one Christmas the heat went out, we didn’t even notice for a couple of days.

  1 Last seen strolling hand in hand down Trader Joe’s wine aisle, shouting, “Hell, yes, we need more fucking Merlot!”

  2 I’d like to think my discovery of the dessert aisle at Whole Foods helped propel us, sweaty and jiggling, over the finish line to beat other porky places like Houston and Kansas City.

  3 I imagine a bunch of people in Macy’s smocks, scratching their heads wondering what happened to my towropes.

  4 Oprah’s a member!

  5 I mean, past the $59/month I pay in dues.

  6 You’d think because they know my name, I’d know theirs…yet here we are.

  7 Shoot, I’m not even sure what he does for a living.

  8 Actually, I’d prefer if he didn’t swear. I find profanity unpleasant. Heh, kidding!

  9 Who I’m already mentally referring to as “Mary-Kate.”

  10 Surprisingly good for a fat chick, yay, me!

  11 Rather, one of us walks—the other limps.

  12 Which is so not fair.

  13 Bitch has yet to perspire and she’s bundled in multiple layers of fleece. I, on the other hand, have stripped off so many items I’m down to sweaty granny panties.

  14 I also cried for glasses of wine, but they were more recreational than medicinal.

  15Or, for that matter, lift my leg high enough to kick her in the ass.

  1 Although our neighborhood is safe, it’s also not stylish, and is therefore ignored by the cab companies. I’ve already mentally composed twenty scathing letters to Mayor Daley about the situation.

  2 A.k.a. “belowdeck.”

  3 Or Fletch, for that matter.

  4 Cubs win!

  5 What is it about boats that brings out the bad touch in everyone?

  6 Boobies. Arrgh. What is this, fourth grade?

  7 Depths may be plumbed, but not on the lake’s floor.

  Table of Contents

  Author’s Note

  Sucks and the City

  Church of the Magnificent Mile

  The Butterfly Effect

  All Quiet on the Westerville Front

  Tuesday Afternoon Drinking Club

  The Neocon Express

  The Only Thing We Have to Fear Is Rachael Ray

  Jen Hollywood

  Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ (and Bruisin’)

  Loathe Thy Neighbor

  If the Werewolves Are in London…

  My So-Called (Superficial) Life

  Loser? Yes, but Not the Biggest

  I Love the Smell of Cardboard in the Morning

  Maisy and Me: Life and Love with the World’s Most Spoiled Dog

  No Molestar The Attack of the Sock-Monkey Pajamas

  The Holiday Drinking Season

  The Marquis de Sade in Mary-Kate Clothing

  Be Witch

  Acknowledgments

 

 

 


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