The rejects. Bossy loves Halloween candy rejects because they are so honest, and without logic. Lordy, there they are, the ones no one wants to eat, even though their brethren candies, so similar, have been scarfed. In whatever case, at approximately 9 p.m. every night, Bossy is all, “Oh let me have at ’em.” So…
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Now Posting On Weekends So You Don’t Have To.
The other morning Bossy woke up disgusted. She was disgusted by how lousy she feels every morning due to no sleep and bad skin and tightening waistbands and tanking blood sugar. And Bossy began to think about Oprah and Dr. Beefcake and those Secret ladies and even that little Bob Greene. And that’s when Bossy…
Bossy’s Twelve Days Of Christmas: Or Night Photography 101.
On the second day of Christmas, Bossy’s true love gave to her: A Tree-lighting Ceremony. In her little town. Every year the whole town gathers to light the municipal Christmas tree and sing carols: Bossy is just kidding—that’s not the whole town. Here are the rest of them: After the Christmas carol lyric sheets are…