Jul 28, 2011
An Open Letter To Bossy’s Friend Jeff
Dear Bossy’s Friend Jeff,
Hello! Bossy hopes you are enjoying the heat wave back in the Philadelphia region you share with Bossy when Bossy is not 416 miles away pooing in a communal toilet in rural Vermont.
Bossy thought you should know she and her family are having a divine time, even if Bossy’s last post made it sound as if Bossy is miserable according to Bossy’s daughter who rolled her eyes at Bossy’s words.
But who is Bossy if not putting the colic in bucolic?
Anyway, Jeff. Bossy knows you opted not to join the Bossy family vacation because you think camping is a solitary activity and you can’t understand why anyone would want to camp where there are actual campsites and actual campers and actual camp.
Even Mars isn’t remote enough for you, Jeff, because Jupiter lurks 344 million miles away and with your luck it litters potato chip bags.
But as Bossy said a bazillion times wrapped in even more times, Bossy’s rural Vermont state park features lots of space between the campsites. It’s practically like camping alone! Especially if one doesn’t count the other campers.
But wait! Bossy has lots more proof! Because Bossy took even more example photos because have you ever met Bossy?
There are many open campsites to choose from, each opening off of twisty sunny roads:
There are even cool shady sites to choose from, opening up from twisty shady roads featuring extra Lyme Disease just the way you like it!
Oh well, Jeff. There’s always next year.
And by the way, Jeff. Bossy knows you don’t actually read Bossy’s blog and therefore won’t be seeing this letter. But Bossy thought maybe, if she were particularly lucky, this may be one of the rare days you check Bossy’s blog to see if Bossy is finally letting other people write her blog instead of her, because then it would be kind of good.
Miss you!
Love, Bossy.
To read more about Bossy’s friend Jeff, click here.
WOW! An entire post for my benefit, I should probably read it, right? Instead of commenting here first…? Yeah, but I don’t know, seems like so much work, ya know? I’d have to start reading, then I’d have to actually be a little bit into it and THEN I’d have to scroll down, scroll down, scroll down and all for what?
hee hee. Ok, you know I read all your entries because baby, you know I love you!
p.s.
Could I have a new picture that represents my current eyewear?
I’m thinking Jeff probably made a wise choice since it’s obvious a bear or lion or maybe a rabid wolverine ATE BOSSY’S DAUGHTER’S LEG!
Jeff, I think that if you want a current picture, perhaps you should go to Vermont and get a campsite so she can get an accurate portrait. Just sayin’.
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Plenty of space between campers. Much more than in the KY state parks I have visited. Of course they were near lakes and wilderness areas and noisy people places keep the wildlife from taking them over.
Jeff is missing out.
I know I can be a little slow on the uptake, buuuuuuut is Jeff Bossy’s new “unboyfriend”? Bossy’s daughter looks like she sometimes did in math class
Really funny blog, Bossy.
I’ve been studying several as I work to get mine off the ground, and yours is particularly creative and unique. I really love your style – but I’m still so disappointed that you get to be Bossy, and all that was left for me was Grouchy.
=(
On the bright side, however, I do both quite well.
P.S. Love the pictures!
Bossy is now an “Un-Cougar” and has an “Un-Boytoy.”
Trees and green – most campsites out here are that far apart, but unfortunately nothing growing between.
Jeff is really Bob on “Celebrity Rehab,” isn’t he?
I too was thinking of Bob!
Yeah, I’m with Jeff.
It’s not that Jupiter is so CLOSE to Mars, it’s that Jupiter keeps coming over to borrow a flashlight, rope, matches, etc.
Miss Jeff? That’s a new one.
I went to visit friends at their weekend campsite last week. It was something out of Jeff’s nightmares, I tell you. It was 498 (literally, not figuratively campsites in a 200 ft x 1/4 mile strip. There might have been 15 feet between campsites. I lasted 4 hours, and only because I was on their speedboat on the lake for 3.5 hrs. I think when I passed a guy who started up his loud generator with no consideration for the 6 other campsites immediately around him that I became Jeff.
And the camping goes on. Gosh I was wondering if Jeff’s hair had caught fire when he read this post, but see he was not bothered one whit. Carry on.
Sooo… Bossy’s camping with her Unhusband while writing public letters to her opposite-of-un boyfriend, who was, apparently, invited along for the fun? Well done, Bossy!