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At Wit's End by Erma Bombeck

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Also by Erma Bombeck:

Just Wait Till You Have Children Of Your Own, May 1999
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Forever, Erma, August 1997
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The Grass Is Always Greener Over The Septic Tank, March 1995
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Family - The Ties That Bind...And Gag!, November 1988
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At Wit's End, May 1986
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At Wit's End
Erma Bombeck

Fawcett
May 1986
On Sale: May 12, 1986
224 pages
ISBN: 0449211843
EAN: 9780449211847
Mass Market Paperback
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"America's irrepressible doyenne of domestic satire."THE BOSTON GLOBEMadcap, bittersweet humor in classic Erma Bombeck-style. You'll laugh until it hurts and love it! "Any mother with half a skull knows that when Daddy's little boy becomes Mommy's little boy, the kid is so wet, he's treading water. What do you mean you're a participle in the school play and you need a costume? Those rotten kids. If only they'd let me wake up in my own way. Why do they have to line up along my bed and stare at me like Moby Dick just washed up onto a beach somewhere?"

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