Bossy's on the move again. She's leaving today for the commencement of her (No) Book Tour and, since I missed her visit last time because it fell on the first night of Passover and besides I'm way too shy and awkward to hang out with perfectly fine strangers in a perfectly fine restaurant for one perfectly fine night and have a perfectly fine time --
I had a point here... what was it...?
Oh yes.
This time around I offered Bossy a place to stay for the night when she visits my city. And she accepted! I think.
But here's the thing:
Bossy, I am the boringest, yawningest person from the dullest, tediousest family on the planet (except we yell sometimes, but who doesn't), so if you have gotten a better, more interesting, more appealing, funner offer from someone in my area, please don't think my feelings will be hurt if you accept it. I'd absolutely love to meet you so count me in for dinner although I'll probably freak out from self consciousness and stay in my car and turn around and spend the evening at Target instead of hanging out with you and all the other cool bloggers in town.
Bossy, if you'd like to stay with us, we'd be delighted to have you as our guest. You can have your own room and your own bathroom and your own shower. My son will barbecue every meal for you, even your breakfast oatmeal, should you desire. Nevertheless, I can't promise we won't bore you to tears.
Consider yourself warned.
