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
maybe 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?
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First I will tell her that we are very classy and discerning people here…
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After that, we’ll
do a shot sip some cognac…
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She better bring her sunglasses. Because it’s always dreary and gray sunny and bright.
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But, then what? There are so many things to see! Where to start?!
Well, that’s a tuffy.
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Most likely, I’ll just show her where I live…
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No, I’m at Target a lot, but this is my stinking rich neighbor’s house.
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Though, if Bossy doesn’t come soon, we may be living here…
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…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”.
And, this is what it looked like outside our house this morning, when school wasn’t canceled. Makes perfect sense, right? Wrong.
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