Dawn Weber

Black Dog, White Couch, and the Rest of My Really Bad Ideas Dawn Weber

She's the Princess of Poor Choices. The Señora of Stupid Plans. The Queen of Questionable Schemes.

Yes-Dawn Weber is really good.

At bad ideas.

In the irreverent, side-splitting "Black Dog, White Couch, and the Rest of My Really Bad Ideas," Weber makes the terrible choice of owning an ill-mannered black dog at the same time as a white couch, then obtaining another enormous, drooling dog-and several more white couches.

But wait, there's more!

Like the time she spent $800 on a 99-cent goldfish. And the time she super-glued mothballs to a tarp and almost killed her family. And almost every single thing she did in the 1980s.

From the award-winning author of "I Love You. Now Go Away: Confessions of a Woman with a Smartphone" comes a memoir-in-essays-in-idiocy, chock full of bad ideas, aversions to pants, and never-ending quests to get the hell out of Ohio.

So pull up a couch, pour a glass of gas-station wine, and pick up "Black Dog, White Couch, and the Rest of My Really Bad Ideas." You're in for a howling good time.