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