Her local food co-op. Seriously, it’s so nice to have a pleasing market within walking distance, so Bossy can meet her sudden craving for sweets and then flop at a table out front, in the sun, and do it in.
Walking the dog at night. The dance is always the same: every day Bossy swears off sweets for the rest of her life, and then every evening after dinner she gets a sweet tooth so powerful it could rocket Bossy to Neptune. The worst of the habit results in sending her husband off in the…
It warms Bossy’s heart to no end to see her son working the register at the local grocery store.