Why We’re Basically Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane

Now, to be clear, I think T and I are absolutely the stuff of legends - and legends, obviously, are inimitable bamfs (no one scarfs down corn dogs quite like us, and Sonny and Cher don't even come remotely close to our singing duo chemistry [though, admittedly, most of the time we're singing gloriously off-key … Continue reading Why We’re Basically Daria Morgendorffer and Jane Lane →

The Boos Deal with Hypochondria

Every now and then Jayne and I text each other with some kind of terrible, self-diagnosed condition. It's always out of the blue like, "Someone sneezed near me and I'm sure I now have the Avian flu," or "I know I caught my coworker's stupidity," or "I think I'm going bald." We know it's … Continue reading The Boos Deal with Hypochondria →

For Love and Meatloaf

As boo-mates, T and I share a love of an infinite number of things. We love songs in which men wail mournfully about losing their one true love; we love getting four orders of imperial rolls to take home and share from our favorite Vietnamese restaurant even though leaving them somewhere in the backseat of … Continue reading For Love and Meatloaf →

Me, My Selfie, and Boo

I, personally, am not one for the selfie. Maybe it's because every selfie of mine comes out like a macaque fumbling with a camera, but I've never been fond of taking the time to point a camera at myself and declare to the world--HARK! tis I and my hair looks amazing today! Maybe that's because … Continue reading Me, My Selfie, and Boo →