Congratulations to Lee Ann Axford, Sarah Beal, Jen McDevitt Moran, Betsy Young and Kelly Bowes, my lucky, funny winners for the Cambridge event Monday night. I can't wait to meet you all!

I'm still going through the jokes and sending out the handful of remaining advanced reader's copies of BEST FRIENDS FOREVER, but here are two of my favorites, courtesy of Kim Evans Meshanko who, sadly, lives nowhere near Cambridge:

Say Something Positive
A husband and wife are getting ready for bed. The wife is standing in front of a full-length mirror taking a hard look at herself.

"You know, dear," she says, "I look in the mirror, and I see an old woman. My face is all wrinkled, my hair is grey, my shoulders are hunched over, I've got fat legs, and my arms are all flabby." She turns to her husband and says, "Tell me something positive to make me feel better about myself."

He studies hard for a moment thinking about it and then says in a soft, thoughtful voice, "Well, there's nothing wrong with your eyesight."

The Wife
A woman accompanied her husband to the doctor's office.

After his checkup, the doctor called the wife into his office alone. He said, "Your husband is suffering from a very severe stress disorder. If you don't follow my instructions carefully, your husband will surely die.

"Each morning, fix him a healthy breakfast. Be pleasant at all times. For lunch make him a nutritious meal. For dinner prepare an especially nice meal for him.

"Don't burden him with chores. Don't discuss your problems with him; it will only make his stress worse. Do not nag him. Most importantly, make love to him regularly.

"If you can do this for the next 10 months to a year, I think your husband will regain his health completely."

On the way home, the husband asked his wife, "What did the doctor say?"

"He said you're going to die," she replied.

In other news, I let my geek flag fly and blogged about Star Trek for The Huffington Post.

Oh, and the New York Times still thinks all chick lit sucks (along with all chick flicks, and chick TV shows). None of them are funny, says one Jincy Willett...who, presumably, has made an exhaustive study of the genre and read, or viewed, each and every example of book, film, and TV show, because the Times wouldn't just allow her to make that kind of blanket condemnation without being able to back it up, right?

Dissing chick lit is nothing new from the Gray Lady. At this point, I'm almost convinced that the paper does just to get chick lit fans, and authors, riled up enough to link to their increasingly irrelevant book review (I don't know about you, but I didn't hear a lot of chatter about last week's cover story about that Finnish 9-11 novel).

This time, at least the reviewer makes no bones about her biases. She describes herself as "an aging, bitter, unpleasant woman" (not that there's anything wrong with that!). Also, her website's homepage purports to have been written by a "Professor Twitmore D. Twatface."

Huh. Maybe her sense of humor is just a lot more advanced than the rest of ours.