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Make way for internationally syndicated humor writer Katiedid Langrock, whose self-deprecating, unabashed, wacky, charming, fun and brash style is on full display in this hand-picked collection of her weekly column, Katiedid vs. … Katiedid’s immodest and cheeky take on pregnancy, motherhood, her own childhood shenanigans and her life adventures will have you laughing out loud.Regarding a pathetic attempt at pole dancing as a form of exercise, she writes: The instructor yelled at me to relish my femininity. I tried again. Bam! Face and floor met. I went home with a bruised ego. an even more bruised nose and nothing to show my eager husband. She writes about sleep as only a parent could: Sleep and I were never close – second cousins at best. But in the past nine months, sleep and I have gone from cool acquaintances to full-on frienemies. … She takes her sweet time to arrive – primping her hair, I assume – visits for only an hour or two and then disappears. And of course, there’s a chapter titled Potty Humor.
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Make way for internationally syndicated humor writer Katiedid Langrock, whose self-deprecating, unabashed, wacky, charming, fun and brash style is on full display in this hand-picked collection of her weekly column, Katiedid vs. … Katiedid’s immodest and cheeky take on pregnancy, motherhood, her own childhood shenanigans and her life adventures will have you laughing out loud.Regarding a pathetic attempt at pole dancing as a form of exercise, she writes: The instructor yelled at me to relish my femininity. I tried again. Bam! Face and floor met. I went home with a bruised ego. an even more bruised nose and nothing to show my eager husband. She writes about sleep as only a parent could: Sleep and I were never close – second cousins at best. But in the past nine months, sleep and I have gone from cool acquaintances to full-on frienemies. … She takes her sweet time to arrive – primping her hair, I assume – visits for only an hour or two and then disappears. And of course, there’s a chapter titled Potty Humor.