If you need me, which you won't, I'll be face down in the crap mess my brain is. And just to be sure...going to Wal-Mart drunk and buying shoes, make-up sponges and a Lady GaGa cd...does not make things better at all.



The working title of this book was actually How To Defend Yourself Against a Marriage Abduction.

I mean it's really all the same, right?