This marvel of particularly bad photography depicts a box of 3-ply Kleenex. This past week Bossy’s daughter was racked wracked with the flu, and the tissues were flying. Bossy would love to say she buys the cheap scratchy tissues, but frankly, if you’re that kind of sick and working that tissue box, the point is…
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Ten-Word Tuesday. Chicken Soup For The Droll.
There was this thing Bossy really wanted to do yesterday, an Action Plan as it were, and it was, but when Bossy’s daughter woke up for school, she was sick. Bossy’s daughter now differs from everyone else in this hemisphere exactly not at all, including the nagging cough that sat near Bossy on the train,…