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

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 … Continue reading The Trust Between Boos