Blame her. The one standing to the left of Bossy in the photo. Her name is Wendy and she is one of Bossy’s best friends. Wendy lives in Scottsdale, and Bossy is staying with Wendy, which means Wendy is making Bossy stay up until one in the morning drinking wine and applying facial masks. Her fault. Don’t believe Wendy when she argues that Bossy brought both the wine and the facial masks, because that would just be the truth.
The drive from New Mexico to Scottsdale was smooth sailing. Smooth sailing without the boat:
Absent from the day’s drive were any traces of an anxiety attack fog, and Bossy’s friend The Sleeping Bag celebrated Bossy’s good spirits by situating itself in the second row of seats:
As the temperature transitioned from the low 30s to the mid 80s, Bossy and her Sleeping Bag enjoyed the six-hour drive free from all worries:
And the landscape slowly changed from this:
To this:
And finally this:
This morning Bossy awoke to sliced grapefruit straight from the backyard tree. And a desert in bloom:
Beautiful photos.
My husband and I just returned from a trip to Death Valley so the desert landscape brings back fond memories.
Continue to have a blast and thanks for bringing all of us along for the trip!
Stepher
First? Really?
Now I REALLY look like a stalker.
Don’t you LOVE IT HERE? WARM!
Oh thank god Stepher beat me to it. Cancel the police
I’m quite called at the moment. It helped to look at that last picture.
Love the desert flower photo – absolutely beautiful. What an amazingly beautiful and diverse country we have, eh?!
Found you from PW’s site! You’re fab and your blog is fun!
😉
*sigh* i love the southwest!
be sure and get a picture of you in the hot convertible!
i love that you use a seatbelt on your sleeping bag.
Meg thinks the Sleeping Bag should start his own blog!
Sleeping Bag has to get a name. Something with the initials REI.
Hello Bossy.Just wanted to let you know, I’m along for the ride.
I think America is just too damn BIG!
It’s hot in the desert. But it’s a DRY HEAT.
Just like the inside of an oven.
Wear Sunscreen.
You’re getting warmer …
Can you see San Diego yet from your cute little convertible?
Is Bossy sure that’s not Cowboy Josh stuffed in the bag strapped to the seat?
Hi Wendy!
Tell me, is the face mask edible? Eatable? Can you eat it?
OMG, for a second I thought we were supposed to blame her for BITING YOU WITH THE BITE OF THE ZOMBIE.
Lovely face masks, but no photo of the wine? That doesn’t seem fair.
I thought Bossy was in a convertible… in the photos the roof of the car looked so, so solid.
Maybe a few pics of Bossy torturing her hair for a change (as opposed to the other way around) with the top down and the curls flying about is called for !
I am glad that if you are not catching up on your rest with your friend, at least you are doing relaxing things. At some point you will have to sleep a little. Just not while driving. (Obviously, Saturn, she knows that! I’m just being a smart-ass.)
Careful — Mr. Sleeping Bag may get car sick riding backwards. You don’t wanna have to clean up a bunch of stuffing.
At first I thought your mask was just a dirty face from all the road trip dust.
I seatbelt my groceries. I think it makes them feel more secure. I am sure you’re sleeping bag thanks you.
Arizona kicks ass.
Did you see any “Don’t pick up hitchhikers” signs near the PRISONS?! Those are my favorite.
All Adither nailed it. Let’s hope you don’t see any hitchhikers trying to lure you with those gorgeous wildflowers!
oh man. i’m totally channeling you. instead of finishing my bossy’s coming to do list. i. did. a. facial. i swear. there’s a blog about it. *insert twilight zone music here*
Thank goodness! Taut, poreless skin is a prerequisite for hanging with the SD bloggers!
Dang it, Bossy–you’re making me miss home. Specifically the free citrus.
this is so much fun….I wanna go on a road trip.
You talk to the sleeping bad, don’t you?
oh my god…whiteface…
I immediately thought of a new dress brigade in the Mummers parade…The HONKY brigade…
I remember that sign from our move to Arizona from Tennessee 21 years ago and how freaked out it made me. Especially when my mom declared it was time to get out and give the dog a chance to go to the bathroom.
Wow, I like watching your adventure. Very fun. ANd a great way to meet people you have taked with via the internet.
Thanks for the journey.
SARah
I am feeling the call of the road…common sense tells me that with my contractions going as they are, my flight will be short.
Now THERE’s a smile. Wine’ll do that for/to ya.
Oh, Bossy, this makes me miss my Arizona home that I left so long ago…why did I ever leave? Now I’m here in the cold, DEAD Northeast…and did I mention the cold? And the no flowers…and the death?
Jealous.
wow!Beautiful sky!
Okay. A best friend. I, too, would choose Phoenix over Tucson if it came down to a best friend.
Maybe.