F-F-F-Fifty: God's Cruel Hoax on Women

At some point, you just have to laugh at middle-age: Being old enough to remember things your colleagues have never heard of...staying in touch...being out of touch...the lines, the flab, the ever-changing location of your breasts...the grey hair (there, and everywhere)...the horrifying appearance (and disappearance) of various hair...being accused of being hard-of-hearing...waning eyesight...valiant efforts to stay (or get) in shape...meager attempts at Cougar-ism. All pretty annoying stuff on their own, but combined? Hello-Fifty! (or Forty, or really, any "certain" age where you feel your body and mind start betraying you...)

If you - or your mother, or aunt, or work associate, or neighbor, or anyone you might imagine - has considered/been traumatized over any of these things, this book is for you. Or for them (gift. Yay!).

This book takes you to Hell and back. Okay, maybe not back. But the thing about Hell? It's a dry (and witty) heat.