Do you know that special solitude that comes with an early morning snowfall? That soft and quiet time perfect for reflection? Nope, Bossy doesn’t either:
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Mischief Night In The ‘Burbs.
Now That We’re All In A Complaining Courtroom Mood.
Dear Bossy’s Husband, As much as you like to plead innocent when Bossy asks if you are the one hanging wet towels and washcloths in a musty heap inside the shower, and as much as you like to feign confusion at the science of drying when everybody and his Pigeon-Fancier Great-Great-Grandfather knows heaped things never…