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.”

Not bald, but maybe a little touched?
Not bald, but maybe a little touched?

 

We know it’s irrational when the other person is the one with the problem, but when we have a cut on our hand that isn’t doing what it’s supposed to, it’s ABSOLUTELY DEFINITELY SEPSIS.

The first step is to try to talk the other one down from the WebMD-induced hypochondria ledge. Which can backfire.

Like that time I cut my hand, slapped a band-aid on it, and called it a day–only to discover two days later that it was doing the opposite of healing. Continue reading

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The Trust Between Boos

There comes a point in every lady bromance where you both slowly come to the sinking realization that you would kind of, sort of follow this person to the ends of the damn earth and shit (even if you both just happen to get there completely by accident), packing two sandwiches each for you both along with gallons of water and three boxes of frozen corn dogs (just in case), and soundtracking the romantic moment with Death Cab for Cutie’s “I Will Follow You Into the Dark” (“Youuu and meeee, have seen everything to seeee, from Bangkok to Calgarrryyy…!”). And lemme tell ya, that is a beautiful thing.

Two beautifully trustful boos, trusting that every adventure starts with a drink and a meal!
Two beautifully trustful boos, trusting that every adventure starts with a drink and a meal!

Over the years, I’ve come to trust T with just about everything – keeping my secrets, planning my birthday, being my executioner when I become a warlord (what? did someone hear that?). I trust her with the big things and the little things, the important and the mundane. Continue reading

The Lady Bromance Goes Native

This Cottage Week, Jayne and I have resolved to try new things and try to mingle more with the locals. Sure, we’d be doin’ all that hard work we came here for, but you gotta let loose once in a while, right?

Hard at work absolutely not posing even a little.
Hard at work and absolutely not posing even a little.

After all, all work and no play makes Jayne a maniac who laughs pointlessly into the night with a beer in her hand (ok, I was laughing too). Besides, we really wanted to see more of the town. So, we checked out some of their local events, like Trading Day (not to be confused with Training Day, when all the corrupt hoodlums of the town adopt proteges). We found a lot of great little gems.

Like this Hobbit hole and an old-timey telephone WHICH I MUST OWN.
Like this Hobbit hole and an old-timey telephone WHICH I MUST OWN.

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