This is a book I rescued from remaining unread somewhere. I just can't remember exactly where. I thought it might make a quick "light read" between my more pithy books, but it just didn't grab me. It wasn't exactly bad, but I guess I wasn't in the mood for the trials and tribulations of a wanna be stand up comic - single mom, and all the cast of characters in her life... the gay ex husband, the pushy mother with a secret, fiance who may be cheating on her, the son who wants to invite Barbara Streisand to the wedding, the icky Pitsy, thus named because of the "tarantulas" that live in her armpits, the weird super-rich folks whose house she cleans and, of course, the ridiculously sexy, understanding, funny, etc washing machine repairman who actually likes her jokes. Can't do it. Sorry. There are just so many other books screaming to be read that I'm going to put it aside. It's just not grabbing my interest that much. The publisher blurb says "wickedly funny, shamelessly erotic" -- maybe I should give it to Bumma? :)