Is it wrong for a stress management/humor expert to get so stressed out she forgets to laugh?
Thankfully, that hasn't happened to me. Yet. Never say never.
My new book, How'd All These Ping Pong Balls Get in My Bag: The Stressed-Out Woman's Guide to Letting Go With Laughter arrived in boxes at my doorstep on Saturday and now somehow I have to squeeze in letting the world know about it while trying to do the usual stuff like writing humor articles, teaching grammar to undergraduate journalism students who'd rather be outside in the sunshine, and live-trapping the 47 Norwegian rats who have decided they LOVE the birdseed I've been putting out.
Oh, and did I mention that I sprained my butt? That's right! You try wrapping your hind end in an Ace bandage and see if that doesn't just crack you up! The doctor told me to let it rest, but I've discovered that I use my posterior for almost every activity I perform on a regular basis. Sitting, standing, bending, walking the dogs, yanking birdseed away from rodents...all butt-intensive activities. I'm thinking of hanging from my armpits in the doorway, but getting the bungees up there would probably strain something else.
But at least I'm not hot-flashing!
If you want a copy of my book, I'll hobble to the post office to send you one. Really, I don't mind. You can go to: http://www.accidentalcomic.com/books/pingpongballs.php and get yours there. It's the perfect gift for every over-stressed woman (and yes, I realize I'm being redundant). Please don't laugh too hard when you read it, though. You never know what muscle you might pull!
Meanwhile, I better get up off this chair. All this sitting is giving me too much of a workout.
