Boo-Boo

The Sourpuss 

Let’s face it – every group needs one of me. Some call me a sourpuss; I like to think of it as if I bring a certain “je ne sais qoui” to the table. To be perfectly transparent – I will give you judgmental looks. I will also not get you strawberry milk, no matter how close I am to Giant Eagle. My goal? It’s to find those ghosts. They WILL be mine.