worth the wait
i knew that if i kept checking in periodically — i.e., every ten minutes — at dooce, i’d be rewarded by a heartrending, funny, beautiful essay in the style of anne lamott’s operating instructions. indeed, i was not disappointed, and you will not be either (assuming you click on that link, you fool).
like operating instructions it certainly doesn’t make me want to have a baby. but it reaffirms my belief that witty writers should crank them out, as long as it doesn’t interfere with their witty writing, in order that i may gape at them in awe and wonder at them while laughing my ass off.