Imagine working at your computer one December afternoon when your neighbor thunders onto your porch, leans on the doorbell, knocks frantically, and bursts through the door—all at the same moment—while pronouncing that your daughter needs to go to the hospital. Now. Next imagine racing across the front yard in your slippers toward your neighbor’s truck…
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A Very Bossy Guest Post.
Hi. Bossy’s daughter here and this is my full update: the lip graft worked. It’s been nearly three weeks and I spent most of that time sleeping, eating, watching T.V, watching T.V, watching T.V, knitting, watching T.V, eating, napping, watching T.V, knitting, eating, sleeping, boredom, boredom, boredom. It used to hurt a lot, but now…
Weekend Update.
Bossy wants you to know that she appreciates your chorus of support and she has read every word, along with her entire extended family, her friend Jimmy, and her mailman. Bossy’s day goes a little like this: she checks the graft and rechecks it and applies ointments and repositions the bandage and should it be…