You Have Lipstick on Your Teeth

I originally had a different post planned for today, but that will have to wait a couple of days.

Why, you ask?

Because instead I have a very cool thing to tell you about that I didn’t know I could tell you about already. I’ve been keeping it all to myself, much like my stash of hummus and emotional availability, but it’s being released today so I can tell you and that’s what you’re getting today.

 I’m part of another super funny book!

You can read the details about it here, but here’s the description from Amazon to pique your interest:

“Thank God for girlfriends and shared visits to powder rooms! That’s always been the concept behind our website InThePowderRoom.com where we’ve been entertaining women with our humor and bold, brave honesty since 2009. Now we’re taking it to the next level with an anthology of original short stories from some of the wittiest women writers we know—stories they would only tell their closest friends, most likely from within the haven of a ladies’ room.

Inside you’ll find 39 (mostly) true tales by women, for women, about being women—bodily changes, relationships, careers, motherhood, aging, illness, and more—written with the humor and grit that proudly sets In The Powder Room apart. But be forewarned: we’re holding nothing back. We’re revealing our deep dark secrets—because it’s through our most vulnerable and honest moments that we forge the strongest connections and discover we aren’t so alone after all.

You have a gimpy boob? Me too. You think glitter is the herpes of the craft world? Me too! You got your fishnet-clad leg stuck to your head on stage in front of thousands of people? Wait…what? OMG. Tell me everything! We are your friends, sisters, mothers, and daughters. Regardless of what life has dished up for you, chances are, we’ve been there and we can relate. We’ll help you laugh it off, or hold your hand until you’re ready to laugh again. And we promise: we’ll always tell you when you have lipstick on your teeth.”

To be honest, I’m really not sure why I’m part of it. Now I’m not being humble or anything, but I don’t even own a tube of lipstick and only have one “real” bra that fits that I wear out of social convention and not physical necessity.

In other words, I’m not a girly-girl.

Wait. Now that I think about it, maybe they only invited me to make themselves look a bit better. Like how I always feel really super pretty when I walk out of Wal-Mart given the fact that I have all my teeth and only one chin.

Oh well.

Even if I’m there just to balance things out, the point is that I’m in this book with a group of talented, hilarious women and you need to go check it out. I can’t promise that you’ll feel pretty, but I can promise that you will laugh—probably at our expense.

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