Bossy has made a fuss before — right here in these very pages that aren’t pages at all and gah just how unsettling is that — about how lucky Bossy’s daughter is to have all of these cool Aunts who aren’t really Aunts but rather Bossy’s best grrrlfriends.
Well here is just another example: one night last week, as Bossy’s brother and Bossy’s husband and the rest of their rock band rehearsed in the Bossy
pergatory basement for a few upcoming shows, Bossy and her mother and her friend Martha were upstairs drinking Cabernet while Bossy’s daughter polished off a few cupcakes and wished aloud that her hair could be cut into a bob.
Well. Before you could count to Cabernet bottle number two, Bossy’s mom was accompanying Martha to her house for her hair-cutting scissors, and Bossy was hauling lamps from the four corners of the house in order to set Martha up with a makeshift salon in the Bossy kitchen.
Now that’s a cool Aunt.