Dinner out with Bossy’s dad, just the two of them.
Last night Bossy and her father had such an occasion, which is rare considering their easy proximity. The extended family is swell and all that, but Bossy prefers one-on-one time with her dad so they can finish sentences and retell old stories and catch up on what’s new and giggle and share an order of warm apple-filled puff pastry.
JK says
March 27, 2009 at 7:55 amHey Bossy, you got your cheekbones from your dad. I never noticed that you got your looks from him before. (I think the beard through me off) Anyway, lucky you. Lucky dad. What a nice night out.
Eric Hegwer says
March 27, 2009 at 8:01 amAwwww – that’s nice.
Ms. T. says
March 27, 2009 at 8:20 amAwesome. Very jealous, but in a pleasant way. Those adult beverages look delicious.
GreatAunt says
March 27, 2009 at 8:36 amDads are the greatest people! I’m glad Bossy is able to enjoy time with hers. Wish I could do the same with mine. ;(
Lauren says
March 27, 2009 at 8:39 amYour dad looks like a cuddly sailor.
Unemployed Susan says
March 27, 2009 at 8:50 amCuddly sailor, yes. But, what sort of a beverage comes in orange with olives?
Maggie Garcia says
March 27, 2009 at 8:51 amGrowing up, my dad used to surprise check me out of school and take me to lunch at our absolute favorite Mexican place in the world. Then we’d eat hot peppers until one of us cried uncle. It was usually me. I love this post. I think it melted the frigid spot where my heart would be.
Audubon Ron says
March 27, 2009 at 8:57 amI like Bossy’s dad. Bossy’s dad likes martinis.
Heide says
March 27, 2009 at 9:04 amBossy’s dad looks like a mensh. Glad you got a chance to hang with him.
JK says
March 27, 2009 at 9:21 amUm…I hate when I mispell in the morning. I meant to type “threw me off” not “through me off.” Hanging my head and regretting the money I spent on a Communications degree. I am going to go drink an orange Kefir martini w/ extra olives.
carson says
March 27, 2009 at 9:29 amWow, was your dad’s martini shaken at the table?? I never knew they did that. Need to get out more…
jen says
March 27, 2009 at 9:57 amI knew before I even read the first word that this was Bossy’s Dad. What a great-looking man! He looks nice, too.
Jenn @ Juggling Life says
March 27, 2009 at 10:01 amUnfortunately such a dinner would be my worst nightmare, but I’m glad you enjoyed your evening.
elizabeth says
March 27, 2009 at 10:47 amYour dad has great hair.
Camille says
March 27, 2009 at 11:02 amWhat is it with all the men in BOSSY’S life? How are they all so distinguished-looking? All of them! Husband, brother, father, probably even son someday. BOSSY must be a magnet for sophistication.
Ms. Cranky Pants says
March 27, 2009 at 11:15 am“warm apple-filled puff pastry” must be code for delicious cocktails. Must remember to use that one, wink wink nudge nudge.
Kelly at The Glass Dragonfly says
March 27, 2009 at 11:16 amSounds like a lovely evening.
Jamie says
March 27, 2009 at 11:20 amBossy’s dad looks gruff and adorable in all the right ways. Glad you two had time to catch up.
POD says
March 27, 2009 at 11:26 amYou are so lucky to still have him alive. I know you know that.
Scottsdale Girl says
March 27, 2009 at 11:40 amSweet cracker sandwich, I suddenly want a filthy martini with a bloody mary chaser. All those green olives! woo!
Scottsdale Girl says
March 27, 2009 at 11:43 amAlso? I am waiting for my own dad to return from Kuwait next month so he can take me for sushi and martinis. So much fun.
foolery says
March 27, 2009 at 12:15 pmI think I would have liked to have your dad as my doctor. As long as that didn’t mean I was battling some health problem.
He just has a kindly doctor face, quite similar to a kindly dad face.
Lesley says
March 27, 2009 at 12:25 pmOnce again, Bossy’s blog has given me a case of the warm fuzzies.
Cactus Petunia says
March 27, 2009 at 12:45 pmBossy just made my day with a dad fix. Thanks!
gary rith says
March 27, 2009 at 12:49 pmI’d say the 2 of you look alike!
Grandma J says
March 27, 2009 at 1:00 pmBossy, that is such a wonderful date you had with your Dad. I would love to be there to hear your conversation. I’m sure it was serious, yet funny, with lots of love sprinkled throughout.
I think of your Dad, and pray for his wellness….he looks great! Dads, a special gift from God!
cynthiagirl says
March 27, 2009 at 3:03 pmCUUUuuuuute!
Half Assed Kitchen says
March 27, 2009 at 3:53 pmOh, Bossy’s dad. It’s nice to see him on your blog.
Auntie Lenie says
March 27, 2009 at 5:08 pmI can see where your gin drinking genes come from, but what the )(#*% were you drinking?
Bush Babe of Granite Glen says
March 27, 2009 at 5:19 pmOh that man had divine cheekbones and a certain twinkle in his eyes… I see Bossy in them.
I love spending time with my Dad – I have even been known to get him to a restaurant every so often (so long as it sells steak!). But martinis… his massive mitt would snap the stem of that glass first sip. Never mind. Scotch and dry works just as well.
Thanks for this sweet glimpse into your world, Bossy.
BB
Meg says
March 27, 2009 at 6:31 pmThis post warms my heart, having recently lost my Dad. And darn it Bossy, that looks like a mighty fine spicy Bloody Mary you are imbibing. Fantastic company and dinner.
Robynn's Ravings says
March 27, 2009 at 7:01 pmI wish I had ever had a good dad! Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!
Jodi Anderson :: so NOT cool says
March 27, 2009 at 11:25 pmI hope it’s not weird to say that I think your dad is stunning in a captivating way. Cool, Bossy.
Grandma J says
March 28, 2009 at 12:01 amWhat are the chances of Bossy shaking her family tree on her father’s side? I’m never satisfied, am I?
junebug says
March 28, 2009 at 12:48 pmYea for dads!
biddy says
March 28, 2009 at 4:46 pmawww he is just adorable! we have really great daddies, don’t we??
Suzanne says
March 29, 2009 at 8:11 pmI agree with Lauren, He does look like a cuddly sailor. My dad was a cuddly sailor… miss him alot.
Janet says
March 29, 2009 at 8:54 pmMinus the beard, you look amazingly like your dad.
blog princess g says
March 30, 2009 at 5:20 pmWhat a lovely dad! You’re both very lucky.