Sep 4, 2009

Please Excuse Bossy As She Plays Hooker. Um, Hooky.

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You are looking at Bossy’s teenage daughter, yesterday, on the first day she was allowed to ride in the front seat, because even though she is the teenage daughter of two rangy parents born to rangy parents born to mostly rangy parents, Bossy’s daughter is a shrimp.

Bossy has been waiting and waiting until her daughter reached an acceptable height and weight to conform with regional seat belt standards and yes Bossy can talk just like a state trooper when it’s required.

But back to this week: Bossy realized she was all boo-hoo Bossy’s son is back in college when suddenly she looked down over and saw her daughter pal, with only one week remaining until she is swallowed by a yellow school bus.

And so Bossy took some time away from her computer this week to hang out with said funny sunny one, and it went a little like this:

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They watched TV. Lots of crazy TV with silly TV on the side. The kind of TV that made Bossy’s husband declare things like, “If you keep watching this show I’m going to have to leave the room,” which made Bossy and her daughter shrug a little while keeping their eyes trained on the screen.

When not shrugging, Bossy and her daughter moved outside to enjoy the prettiest late summer weather Bossy can remember. One day Bossy and her daughter went to the local track because Bossy’s daughter wanted to learn how to jog — and here’s the method for building up distance tolerance as taught to Bossy by her father: walk for 100 paces and then jog for 100 paces and then walk for 100 paces and then jog for 100 paces and then walk for 100 paces to your local grocery co-op for a triple chocolate fudgsicle.

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Next Bossy and her daughter took a day trip to the beach, accompanied by Bossy’s friend Martha and the Artist Formerly Known As Pool Urchin.

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While Bossy’s daughter read and the pool urchin played sea urchin and Bossy’s friend Martha poured wet sand around the base of her flimsy vinyl umbrella, Bossy lay on her back and watched the clouds, which were made very dramatic by sustained wind:

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And as Bossy lay there on her back under her very unflimsy extra large UVA-protected canvas umbrella, she thought about things, such as the man reading in his beach chair, and if that man knew there was a sleeping man hanging directly over his head:

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When the aforementioned sustained wind became too much to bear, which was approximately thirty minutes before Bossy hit the beach, the group packed up their stuff and retreated to the boardwalk where the Artist Formerly Known as Pool Urchin played skeeball and Bossy’s daughter finally got her tattoo.

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And then Bossy came up with a new beach day plan imposed by the
gah-less wind and the tyrannical limits of her spending freeze — and that’s how it came to be that the foursome drove to a more exclusive beach community where they ate lobster tails and played miniature golf and drank wine, not necessarily in that order:

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And then yesterday, Bossy strapped her daughter into the front passenger seat of her Honda and the two took off for a day in the city, where they purchased Bossy’s daughter’s ballet slippers and then enjoyed a lite bite. Dear Bossy’s husband: spent money doesn’t count when you employ cutesy misspellings.

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And finally, to round out Bossy’s hooker hooky week, Bossy and her daughter slipped into a late afternoon movie, sharing a popcorn — where sharing equals they each purchased their own because sharing popcorn is too romantic for the hungry.

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