Fang And I Are Always Fighting. When

Becoming A Comedienne Was My Way Of Adjusting To Puberty.

My Cooking Is So Bad My Kids Thought Thanksgiving Was To Commemorate Pearl Harbor.

I Became A Stand-up Comedienne Because I Had A Sit-down Husband.

A Terrible Thing Happened To Me Last Night Again—nothing.

It's True Fang And I Fight, But We've Never Gone To Bed Mad. Of Course, One Year We Were Up For Three Months.