Yes, I really needed an infusion of funny. And not just funny, but Haha! funny. And Dave Barry always makes me laugh. So sue me.

I don’t remember whither I got I’ll Mature When I’m Dead. Clearly some overstock source, as I wouldn’t have paid full price for it. Which has nothing to do with this particular book, but I don’t pay full price for any books anymore… The way I know it was overstock is a price sticker I found covering up part of the back-cover blurb, along with the beautiful black line someone had drawn along the book-block with a black magic marker.

This book has been criticized for being full of clichés. And it is. So what? It still makes me laugh.

I could have chosen a funny snippet from any part of the book, maybe from Dave’s eloquent defense of men, who clearly adore clichés, or his description of his daughter’s dance recital—a fatherhood ritual I was spared—or his comments on high tech or celebrities or Hollywood, taking care of man’s best friend or Judiaism for Christians. (If you been following this blog, you will understand why is that particular piece was so significant to me.)