About If Life Is a Bowl of Cherries What Am I Doing in the Pits?
"See if you can read a paragraph without laughing out loud." Art Buchwald The enchanting lady of laughter has done it again–this time taking a hilarious swipe at husbands, honeymoons, tennis elbow, marriage, lettuce, the national anthem, and a host of other domestic dilemmas. "It’s fun from cover to cover." THE HARTFORD COURANT
This book hits home in the passage about The Mother Mystique. The one passage I’d love to share is my mother’s metamorphosis with her physical appearance through the years. Of course, she had her role models, and by judging from her fashion tastes and family photos, my mother was carbon copy of the following women:
1959 Betty Crocker (apron and waffle iron included).
1963 Doris Day. This phase included a beehive do, box suits and pillbox hats. Que sera, sera son.
1970 It’s a story of a lady who looks like Carol Brady.
1978 Schlemiel, schlamazel look at me I’m dressing like Penny Marshall.
1986 Nancy Regan reds. Alternating with Barbara Bush blues. (Hairstyles not included).
1998 Golden Girl wanna be. Mom’s outfits include Bea Arthur gray hair and designer seat suits.