latest at my local Barnes and Noble (because RIP Borders) and couldn't get my hot little hands on it fast enough. The first book I ever read of hers was Autobiography of a Fat Bride and I nearly peed my pants with laughter. With her latest, the laughs are still coming.
Essays include "She's a Pill" where Notaro describes her ongoing saga with Ambien.
There is the fart chart. (Yes, really.)
And in the essay, "Instant Karma," she describes going to a cookout in her neighborhood in Oregon and sees a woman getting ready to breastfeed her child; "And you know, I really have to say this: If your baby isn't even in the room and you can't bear to come equipped with a blanket, kindly put your boob away in its rightful compartment. Don't leave it hanging out for ten or fifteen minutes at a barbecue like you're waiting for someone to hang a Christmas ornament on it." Died. Laughing.
Some of the funniest essays involve her mother and in "It's a Bomb," she describes a visit home at her parent's house, where "the parents are parents and the children are still very much children. I have found myself asking if it was 'okay if I had a cookie' before dinner, and I've noticed distinctly that, after being out, I try my hardest to act sober in front of my parents when I'm already sober." Or political conversations with her father, when he starts on a rant about Obama's birth certificate, "Dad,' I said, my eyes still half closed, being that I had been awake for eight minutes. 'I don't even have a bra on yet. Maybe we should save the birther debate for Mid-Morning Snack Time. Give us something live for."
A must read from seizure inducing Laurie Notaro. And I mean that in a good way.