Something Bossy’s son said. He pointed to this vendor on the street in his Morningside Heights’ neighborhood and said, “That’s the best book store in New York City.” He went on to describe how this particular guy refuses to sell anything subpar.
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 has a new mom. She lives on the steps of Columbia University’s library, and she is right this second raising her arms in disbelief that, once again, the dirty clothes didn’t make it all the way into the hamper. Cute taste in sandals, new mom!