Irrepressibly funny in every line of her pages on domesticity, motherhood, wifely responsibilities and Committee chairpersonship for County Fairs. Bombeck laughs at herself, as much as she laughs at men, women, children and the society. She sees the sunshine behind every dark cloud and the smiles behind every jibe she takes at herself. This is satire, simple, clean, vibrant and humorous. Readers can also discern the love that shines with a light of its own from a benevolent source, large hearted in its acceptance of human errors and foibles. Her repartees for all her characters, from her littlest one to her husband, double you up with laughter.
Some of her lines:
'What do you mean you're a participle in the school play and you need a costume?'
'Could you please do something diplomatic with Mrs. Reading? She's threatened the refreshment committee with her traditional whiskey balls and rum cookies. You know what a fire hazard they caused last year'.
The key word with growing children is communication. If you are a lip reader of any repute whatsoever, you have no problem. However, if you have to compete with local disc jockeys which feed hourly through their ear plugs, it could get tricky. We have solved this problem by buying time on the local station and reporting personal messages;" We moved last week'. 'Daddy's birthday is in September'. ' Do you still lisp?'
The list goes on. I hope I have the opportunity to read her other books:Family-the Ties that Bind ...and Gag, Aunt Erma's Cope Book, The Grass is always greener over the Septic Tank, If Life is a Bowl of Cherries-What am I doing in the Pits? After a long time, I just smiled and smiled and gurgled in a few places, reminding me of my Wodehouse days.
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