- I am
the LordBossy yourGodBlog. Thou shalt have no othergodsblogs before Bossy. - Thou also shalt not fashion idols. Or watch American Idol, especially prostrate with a mouth full of Marie Callender’s Razzleberry Pie.
- Thou shalt not work on the Sabbath Day. Thou shalt buy a calendar at Office Max and find out what fooking day that is. Also? Thou shalt not swear falsely by the name of the
godblog. But go ahead and swear in truth. Plenty. - Thou shalt honor your father and your mother. Thou shalt honor them with small gifts from Target and phone calls that try not to make mention of the rising cost of living and the fact that they’re pissing away your inheritance.
- While we’re at it, thou shalt not murder. Obviously not as important as the whole Razzleberry Pie thing, but just thought it should be thrown in here somewhere.
- Neither shalt you commit adultery. Except with that pizza delivery guy – he doesn’t count because he’s like twenty and drives a red BMW.
- Thou shalt not steal. The phone number. Of the pizza delivery guy. Who bought the red BMW from your mother.
- Thou shalt not bear false witness against your neighbor. Although it’s perfectly fine to bear false-ish witness – like telling the authorities that raccoons are nesting in your neighbor’s weed trees and the reason you know for certain is because the folks at Animal Welfare leaned out of their truck to warn that if your neighbors didn’t cut down all the weed trees that incidentally block the sun from your garden, as well as all the nasty holly bushes and other overgrown shite that hangs over your house, they will be responsible for a rabies epidemic. The weed trees blocking the sun from your garden: true. The raccoons and Animal Welfare and rabies: false-ish.
- Thou shalt not covet your neighbor’s
wifehusband. Which is easy because he’s 4’11” and chain-smokes on his back porch while placing calls to his native Taiwan at four in the morning. - Neither shalt you covet your neighbor’s house. Except for their sunroom addition. Which would look so much better on your house. Painted white.
Orangeblossoms says
September 3, 2007 at 1:13 pmO Bossy, there are no other blogs before you. I have even shown the Man your blog and he reads you before ME.
Yeah. As for me and my household, we shall read BOSSY.
And then me.
Did pastor preach on the Big 10 yesterday?)
Also, thanks for leaving the sabbath part in. Oddly, of all the commandments that’s the longest one…. and least kept these days.
Gloria says
September 3, 2007 at 2:36 pmAmen! Like any partial religious (oxymoronish, I know) I’ll probably be breaking some of this rules. :p But I always come back. Ehem.
I don’t need to wait for Sabbath for rest days. I have Sabbath 4 days a week. That should show you how observant I am to tradition. I’m so staunch when it comes to Sabbath! 😀
mothergoosemouse says
September 3, 2007 at 3:08 pmThe holidays…oh god. Er, oh BLOG.
flutter says
September 3, 2007 at 3:08 pmThe BOSSY commandeth and it was good.
martha says
September 3, 2007 at 4:16 pmAnd God said, “Let there be light”, and there was Bossy.
Amen.
Melissa in NZ says
September 3, 2007 at 4:22 pmBossy competes hectically with Pioneer Woman for first place … Now don’t you go zap a bolt of lightning down, okay?
Miss Wisabus says
September 3, 2007 at 4:31 pmI LOVE Razzleberry Pie. And I have actually eaten a piece while reading your blog before.
Jennifer says
September 3, 2007 at 4:41 pmAmen! Halleluia! All hail BOSSY!
K says
September 3, 2007 at 4:53 pm1. Um, is Pioneer Woman ok, too?
3. Does working on Labor Day count, because I am… oh, not really working, but reading blogs at work… nevermind, probably ok.
4. check on the swearing
7. ewww, the pizza guy? ewwww, not even him, ok? He is balding and has a bigger beergut than I do.
10. my neighbor, blech, could you tell him to put his shirt on when he mows, please, Bossy, please?
Jason says
September 3, 2007 at 5:13 pmBossy, you are my new all-time favorite. This post sealed the deal.
Teryn says
September 3, 2007 at 5:27 pmAmen.
my minivan is faster than yours says
September 3, 2007 at 6:15 pmBossy, when I read this I could really see between the lines. I understood and it’s okay. IT’S OKAY! You want the neighbor husband and we all understand.
Mrs. Chicky says
September 3, 2007 at 6:57 pmIn the name of the Bossy, the Bossy’s son, and the holy spigot. Amen.
Scott-O-Rama says
September 3, 2007 at 7:40 pmTruly words to live by.
Bossy’s will be done, on earth, as it is in her imagination.
amberstar says
September 3, 2007 at 7:43 pmThat razzleberry pie is some really good stuff. And the falsish part…well, yeah..of course.
Oh, The Joys says
September 3, 2007 at 8:24 pmSeriously, razzleberry?
pgoodness says
September 3, 2007 at 9:04 pmUh…what’s a razzleberry? Everything else? Amen.
surcie says
September 3, 2007 at 9:38 pmPIE is proof of God’s love.
Manic Mommy says
September 3, 2007 at 9:39 pmRead your bible people:
And on the 8th day, Bossy created the Razzleberry Pie. And it was good.
Scott-o-rama: “as it is in her imagination” – heh!
qt says
September 3, 2007 at 11:02 pmDude – the neighbor’s grody husband and coveting the sunroom cancel each other out, methinks.
heath says
September 3, 2007 at 11:03 pmBossy, you are my new favorite blog. You crack me up!!!
Biddy says
September 3, 2007 at 11:53 pmand the congregation said: Amen.
oh and red bmw pizza guy?? bossy, can biddy come stay with you and eat pizza every single night??
Jayne says
September 4, 2007 at 4:51 amHave I told you lately that I love you? LMAO
Mr. Fabulous says
September 4, 2007 at 6:56 amIs there no wiggle room in the whole “no murder” thing?
Meghan says
September 4, 2007 at 8:59 amEven with the tongue-in-cheek that follows, it’s still hard to read the word “fooking” on Bossy’s blog.
PS
If Bossy’s not going to make a play for the neighbor’s husband, she wouldn’t mind if I get his digits… right?
Dawn @ Coming to a Nursery Near You says
September 4, 2007 at 9:07 amI’ve never had razzleberry pie – but if it should happen to fall into my shopping cart at some point in the future, I shall be sure not to eat it while lying prostate.
Miss Britt says
September 4, 2007 at 9:30 amI really hate it when a post is so funny I am unable to comment without sounding like a douche, saying something like “too funny!” or “me too!”
Because, truly, it’s all about me.
Miss Britt says
September 4, 2007 at 9:30 amUm, ‘scuse me – why do you not have a subscribe to comments option?
Kim says
September 4, 2007 at 10:16 amHAAAAAAAA!
the visual of your tiny neighbor, on his phone, smoking, at 4am had me rofl! Probably would annoy the heck out of me if I lived there, but from this distance, very funny.
erin says
September 4, 2007 at 10:45 amHey! If you’re not going to covet your neighbor’s husband, can I have a go at him?
4’11”, chain-smoking…sounds sexy;)
Adorable Girlfriend says
September 4, 2007 at 11:22 amThat photo looks more like a Ketuba to AG than a bible. I knew you stole my Ketuba. I knew it!
Brando says
September 4, 2007 at 2:50 pmThis is why I always order pizza for pick up and get it myself.
gwendomama says
September 5, 2007 at 7:43 pmwhat? i suppose YOU call taiwan at like 7pm and wake em all up?
sheesh.