The following is all the news not fit to report: Bossy left her new aviator sunglasses at Bossy’s close and personal friend Her’s house. The sunglasses in the above photo are her new sunglasses, purchased a few hours ago at a truck stop. The convenient thing about these new sunglasses is they manage to rub her eyelashes raw while bloodying the backs of her ears.
Bossy lost her sunglasses because ddjeiekdlllslwk it’s a very long story and involves a pasture, flames, and a hastily borrowed sweatshirt meant to entice Cowboy Josh with its
manure stains sexiness. Bossy is talking about the very same hooded sweatshirt which features a kangaroo pocket now housing Bossy’s previous sunglasses; the same hooded sweatshirt that hangs in a coatroom on a ranch one thousand miles from Bossy’s road weary eyes.
But it was a worthwhile optical sacrifice, as Bossy had a blast hanging with the punks and cataloging their many emergency room trips. And Bossy picked up useful camera tutorials from her friend Ree, such as how to quickly adjust the exposure speed with the flick of a thumb, and how to remove the lens cap before photographing your subject.
And after two days and twenty-seven minutes sleep, Bossy once again propelled out the door onto the open road:
Which is approximately the exact moment the fog descended:
Unfortunately for Bossy, the fog amplified the isolation and it magnified the desolation and before you knew it, Bossy was on the phone to her mother and oh my gah where is the closest cardiac surgeon and what kind of helicopter will they use to airlift Bossy to the nearest facility?
But after two hours of distraction delivered via XM radio’s comedy channel, Bossy realized she wasn’t alone. Not even close. After all, she has her trusty sleeping bag friend:
Eventually, give or take a hyperventilation episode or two, the fog lifted and the landscape began to transition:
After a total of ten driving hours, Bossy reached her New Mexico destination, and guess what? It’??s a hotel! Bossy wants to take a shower watch TV jump on the bed poo bathe in bubbles eat read sleep. And that’s just in the first three minutes:
Tomorrow: Scottsdale Arizona.