You are looking at a photograph Bossy took on Wednesday of her accountant. OK, maybe it’s Brian Dennehy, but the point is: Bossy’s accountant reminded her of Brian Dennehy. The other point: oh yeah, the whole finance thing. Bossy wants you to know she loved her accountant, and she loved being at an appointment with…
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Where Bossy Learns To Adjust The Photos’ Tint So The Wedding Guests Don’t Look Like Corpses.
Dear Wedding, When we left off, Bossy and her brand new husband had just completed their vows, and the guests were filing into the converted barn to cool off drink until they no longer noticed the blistering Heat Index. As the seventy guests milled around slurping the locally produced wine, many were captured on video…
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…