It's hard to be hip over thirty and other tragedies of married life.

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From the dust jacket flap:

Engaged? Married? Depressed? Then read these wickedly funny poems by Judith Viorst, who was looking forward to the orgiastic pot parties and fleeting moments of passion but wound up, instead, with a wahser-drier, a carpool, and Gerber's strained bananas in her hair.

 

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