Publisher's Synopsis
"When Georgia Pritchett found herself lost for words - a bit of a predicament for a comedy writer - she booked an appointment with a therapist, who suggested that she try writing down some of the things that worried her. The therapist probably meant a light, mid-week grocery-list's worth of worries. Instead, Georgia wrote this book. From fretting about the monsters under her bed as a child (Were they comfy enough?) to agonizing about making too much of a fuss during childbirth ("Sorry to interrupt, but the baby is coming out of my body," I said politely) to being offered free gifts after an award ceremony (It was an excruciating experience. Mortifying), worry has accompanied her at every turn. With the levity of a package of potato chips and a healthy dose of self-deprecation, Georgia Pritchett guides readers from her anxiety-ridden early childhood, where disaster was around every corner (When I was little I used to think that sheep wer
