In Which I Am a Stalker

Sigh.

Yeah. It's true.

I just finished reading a hysterical book called At Least in the City Someone Would Hear Me Scream. By the very funny Wade Rouse.

I have no idea how I stumbled on this title. I had never heard of him before, but, through the miracle of the Interwebs, I purchased it through Amazon, downloaded it to my Kindle (cannot say enough good things about how well this gadget is working out for me), and then laughed until I peed myself.

Well, not really until I peed myself. I laughed until I cried, and Skittles had to bring me a tissue and pat me on the back because she thought I was really sad. (It was the scene involving the septic tank guy. Although the episode with Beavis the Beagle did it to me, too.)

But I told Wade Rouse I laughed until I peed myself because HE ASKED ME IF I DID.

See, I googled him and found his website and sent him a little love note.

AND HE WROTE BACK!

Lucky for him I am nowhere near Michigan. Or I'd be lurking at the end of his driveway, hoping to catch a glimpse of him and Gary.