Cake or death?

We went to see Eddie Izzard last night, who just might be my favorite comedian of all time.

At one point I was laughing so hard I had to close my eyes and take deep breaths so as not to start sobbing. That line between laughing and crying gets paper thin when you’re almost 6 months pregnant and have had very little sleep. Also, my maternity pants almost cut off my circulation at the waist during the two hour show. Of all the ways I thought I might die, I never considered death by pants.

But really, if that’s the way you’re going to go, a Eddie Izzard show is the place to do it I think. He’d probably attend your funeral and maybe even speak.

Now that would be one hell of a eulogy.


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