Watching football with a gang of old friends. And yesterday, Bossy went to her friend Bobo’s house to watch her hometown team advance deeper into the playoffs. Now, somebody pass the chicken wings.
Good morning, and welcome to Bossy’s Monday morning flu. Or maybe it isn’t the flu, maybe it’s exhaustion. But Bossy did spike a fever last night of 103. OK, it wasn’t 103, and it wasn’t a spike—it was 100. But the chills! Or maybe they weren’t chills, maybe it was a chilly house, but you…
Bossy’s son leads the enormous Drum Line into his high school stadium.