Laurie Notaro was the first non-fiction, humor author I ever read and I LOVED her instantly. Fast forward a few years and a couple of books and I have to say she's lost her luster for me. I'm not sure if I've gotten less snarky (doubtful) or she's gotten more cranky, but either way I was less than enamored by this book. She came across as petty, selfish and curmudgeony (yes, I made up a new word. Totally justified). There were some gems here - I'll always fear the deer and respect the pouf, but all-in-all it was kind of a sad and pathetic book. Definitely disappointing.

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