From a blog I used to have called Otherpeoplesblogs.
My mother, like mothers all across this great nation, had the full Erma Bombeck library. (Or should I say, mothers from all ends of the middle class landscape. They probably sold the books at Talbots to go with their sweaters and scarves.) Quite funny stuff, although a bit dated by the time I read them sometime in the 1980′s.
I love that she crashed her husband’s bachelor party with her girlfriends drunk, wearing mud masks, hair rollers, slippers, and big pajamas just as the strippers were rolling around and jello-wrestling. (For the record, they only crashed for 15 minutes.)