Some of you may have noticed a little badge on my sidebar which references Bossy’s Excellent Road Trip
. For those of you who
have been living under a rock
don’t know Bossy, let me just say she’s my blog idol. It would be the equivalent of Hanna Montana coming for a sleepover with my nine year old daughter, or Tony Romo having a beer with my husband, or Lightening McQueen taking my five year old son for a ride. I couldn’t be more excited! Bossy is
coming! She’s going to sleep on my couch
and I’m going to spoon her
So, I got to wondering just what will I show her in my
cow town city? Where will we go, what will we do?
First I will tell her that we are very classy and discerning people here…
After that, we’ll
do a shot
sip some cognac…
She better bring her sunglasses. Because it’s always
dreary and gray sunny and bright.
But, then what? There are so many things to see! Where to start?!
Well, that’s a tuffy.
Most likely, I’ll just show her where I live…
No, I’m at Target a lot, but this is my
stinking rich neighbor’s house.
Though, if Bossy doesn’t come soon, we may be living here…
…which someone recently redecorated with this lovely dent.
Oh, I just can’t wait! We’ll laugh, and talk, and not talk, and eat soup and snow peas. And, when she leaves I think Bossy will say, “
I wouldn’t want to live there, but it’s a lovely place to visit”.