For years Bossy had a British friend whose every sentence regarding her children began with, “bless”. “Bless him,” she’d say, “he’s poked his sister’s eye out with a stick again,” or “Bless her, she’s pushed all the water from the tub onto the bathroom tiles,” etc. The sentences were charming, but not altogether deserving of…
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Ten-Word Tuesday. The Let’s Get Down To It Edition.
Climb on Bossy’s lap and, in exactly ten words, tell her what you want for Christmas. Not health and love blah peace, but what you want. And don’t forget to stop by later today for the best gift ideas on the web.
The Daily Poverty Post.
This Poverty Post is brought to you by the Misstep Department. Here’s the thing: Bossy often buys items she is unsure about; unsure before she’s even left the store. She calls this kind of purchase “securing” the item, meaning available to Bossy should she decide in the next three hours she actually likes the thing…