I love Bossy. It was fun seeing you at the other site, kinda like running into you at the coffee shop. I have been beside myself as it seems my secret boyfriends (cusak, obama)have been cheating on me with Bossy !!!
oh bossy. i just love you! Biddy has had a hard time coming up with something wonderful to blog. maybe you could head down to west texas and give me a hand??
I felt weird leaving a comment on a site I’ve never been too…it felt rude, so I thought I’d come back here.
Bossy, when you go to stay elsewhere, you can’t tell them you’re coming….that’s the only way to get through the door. Trust me on that one….my family does it too me often. Calling ahead means I wwon’t be home for days and they might get the dog sicked on their ass.
Funny stuff over there. Except I have to leave a comment here for you, it felt too much like calling the pizza place to talk to my husband, who works in pharmaceuticals…
Wait, so if you’re posting over there, is there a guest poster here? And if so, who’s covering that person’s blog? Is this like the pyramid scheme that almost caused the collapse of the Albanian economy a few years ago?
Wait. I think I have those shoes you referenced. Carlos Santana? Cork soles a bazillion miles high? Bit of sparkle among the turd color? Sometimes, I just don’t know what I’m thinking . . .
I love Bossy. It was fun seeing you at the other site, kinda like running into you at the coffee shop. I have been beside myself as it seems my secret boyfriends (cusak, obama)have been cheating on me with Bossy !!!
oh bossy. i just love you! Biddy has had a hard time coming up with something wonderful to blog. maybe you could head down to west texas and give me a hand??
I was too askared to leave a comment on the other site as I would’ve been the only man doing so. So I come back and . . . {sigh}
Ahhh well.
I’ve always thought that Sunshine Yellow goes best with Turd. ‘Specially on teh toes.
That’s was one of your funniest posts yet!
I’m here to hold Michael’s hand.
Oi! Not in that way! Gerroff!
I felt weird leaving a comment on a site I’ve never been too…it felt rude, so I thought I’d come back here.
Bossy, when you go to stay elsewhere, you can’t tell them you’re coming….that’s the only way to get through the door. Trust me on that one….my family does it too me often. Calling ahead means I wwon’t be home for days and they might get the dog sicked on their ass.
Funny stuff over there. Except I have to leave a comment here for you, it felt too much like calling the pizza place to talk to my husband, who works in pharmaceuticals…
Wait, so if you’re posting over there, is there a guest poster here? And if so, who’s covering that person’s blog? Is this like the pyramid scheme that almost caused the collapse of the Albanian economy a few years ago?
People! Don’t be afraid to comment on my site. (Or “That site” as it is referred to here. haha.)
I need more men over there. Hell, I need ONE MAN over there.
Cute sign!
Wait. I think I have those shoes you referenced. Carlos Santana? Cork soles a bazillion miles high? Bit of sparkle among the turd color? Sometimes, I just don’t know what I’m thinking . . .
Bossy, I think I love you.