It was the year the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded 73 seconds after its launch.
Cagney & Lacey swept the Emmys:
And Robert Palmer threw a few guitars at some chicks dressed in black:
This was considered cutting edge technology:
And a few people got together to record a little-known song Bossy likes to call We Are The World:
This won seven Oscars:
And she was born:
The median Household Income was $25,000 a year, Georgia O’Keefe passed away, and Ronald Reagan sold weapons to Iran:
Here’s how it went: Bossy’s brother was in a band:
And, like, there was this other band right? And that other band used to be the opening act for Bossy’s brother’s band.
And it was this situation in a nightclub outside of Philadelphia where Bossy first met her husband-to-be. Bossy admired his intricately embroidered dungaree jacket and Bossy’s husband admired the fact that Bossy was
a raving groupie so smart.
Two days after they met Bossy’s husband-to-be phoned her for a date. They drank
a vat of margaritas responsibly and toured the city in his limousine VW Rabbit. Later they went back to his place where Bossy met her soon-to-be cat Tuesday. Bossy and her husband-to-be screwed like bunnies pledged to remain virgins.
They became one.
Inextricably Tied, even:
Within a few months they were living together. They did what any other
totally immature nesting couple would do: they went directly to the SPCA and picked out another responsibility cat.
Within the year they were married. Then they had a baby. Then another baby. Next they moved sold quit bought sold rented worked went back to school quit moved quit went back to school and purchased.
Where have the nineteen years gone?