Self-help is awesome. You can buy a book for twenty bucks
and solve a lot of your problems. It’s so much cheaper than therapy. I have
read many a book from the library shelves of self-help. I should be completely,
mentally whole by now. Is it a bad sign if someone actually buys you self-help
books and sends them to you? I mean, it’s not really self-help after that. It’s
like assisted self-help. Or, maybe it’s an intervention.
While putting them on top of my stack of self-help books, I
see my copy of “Co-dependent No More.” Maybe
I’ll send that one back to my donor as a thank you. At least it’s not as bad as
the time some co-workers anonymously gave a girl deodorant. That was definitely
assisted self-help.
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To my BFF: You know I
love you more than dirt, Weezer! And, thanks for being my material all of the
time. You are a brilliant co-star in my life. (Or, am I your co-star. Hmmm….let’s
just be Thelma and Louise.) Thanks for the books too. I really do like them and
darn you for spending more money on me. P.S. Happy 25th!
Anniversary. We met in February of 1988—and after overcoming our initial
disdain for each other, we’ve been best friends since. Can’t believe we’re on
our way to three decades of friendship. The retirement home gets closer every day!
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