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.