Bossy brings all the bloggers to the yard, cause our blogs are better than yours

My weekend has already been divine because I was lucky-lucky-triple lucky to be a part of a Bossy Visitation. She is as smart-sexy-cool as her blog and she was here in her own sunny-curly-haired self as a stop on her Bossy's Excellent Road Trip!

I love me some internet crushes, because bloggers are so open with their brilliant minds and sassy writing and nothing is better than that. Bossy tops them all, because her blog kicks ass and her road trip is radical fine. Driving the entire country to meet blogging friends--it's never been done before. She is entirely charismatic and is beyond generous. And she's not a diva--I wanted her to boss me around with a whip, but she didn't, not at all.

She's hot, and she's game. Our little contingent included Saige, a gorgeous artist in many media, including digital, pastel and sushi; hottie Inga and her hot drummer girl Julie; blog stalker Blog Starr; and one of Bossy's cool readers Ruth. We got to see Bossy smack a striped ball into the corner pocket and smack a few Florida swamp mosquitoes.

Bossy now holds the secret to my identity, knows why I can't appear in photos, and swore to uphold the witness-protection-program honor if I will keep secret how she made out with three of us in the pool hall bathroom the details of the package she will receive down the road that will make it possible for her to complete her journey. My only disappointment is that I couldn't go with her. I would have been Robin to her Batbossy, Bossy Girl to her Bossy Woman. I tried to thumb a ride, begged, bribed, offered my body, and clutched at her blue jean pant legs, but she left me at the side of the road with only my dust-streaked tears to show she had been here. It could have been me and Bossy McGee, but Bossy is a desperado, out riding wi-fi hook-ups and blogger meet-ups alone for so long now. At least we had each other for a few hours on a spring Saturday night. That will have to do for now. . .