You see that sweet, chubby little girl right there? The one with the adorable smirk on her face?
That little girl is The Boss of Me
She is The Boss of my boobies. They no longer belong to me. Nor do they belong to the previous owner (Tony). No, they are all hers and I must whip them out at her command.
She is The Boss of when I eat. If I just served a nice, hot bowl of soup and she wants the boobies that she is the boss of, all she has to do is let out a little cry and I must abandon the bowl of soup so she can feed her first.
She is The Boss of when and if I may pee. If she’s hungry and I have to go, I must hold it to feed The Boss first. If she’s tired and I have to go, I must hold it and rock her to sleep first. She’s also the boss of when I can go #’s 2-5. Holding that aint easy, either, let me tell YOU.
She’s also The Boss of when and if I sleep at night. I thanked her today because she’s been sleeping most of the night for the past 3 nights, but I know that she can change her mind anytime.
I fear The Boss.
I respect The Boss.
But mostly, I love The Boss. She’s the best “Boss of Me” I’ve ever had, even if she does throw up on me 19 times a day.
She’s also the cutest, most beautiful, sweetest boss I’ve ever had. I GLADLY work for her for free, in fact, it’s a priveledge.