Bon día! Son of Bossy here, forced against his will volunteering to weigh in with the goings-on back home. Bossy has been gone three weeks. Or, to give bliss its deserving respect, approximately 27,360 minutes. But already the house is adorned with the marks of machismo: The most interesting thing about living in a Bossy-less…
bossy's excellent road trip
Bossy’s Excellent Road Trip. Day Who The Heck Knows?
Today Bossy is driving from Eugene to Portland, and all the way across the Oregon farmland Bossy shouts in the general direction of her open window, “Where are you Roloff’s?”
The Next Time Bossy Is In San Francisco She’s Not Going To A Starbucks, She Swears.
Tonight Bossy is in Eugene Oregon and there are absolutely no cute Eugene stories to be told—because as it turns out Bossy is actually staying in Approximately Eugene, which means a Holiday Inn Express built directly on the highway off-ramp. Also as it turns out: Bossy is too goofy to drive a few hundred yards…