Apr 8, 2009

Yet Another Little Known Fact.

This is Bossy’s least favorite part about her son’s visits home. The inevitable leaving.

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13 comments

1. 1
   on April 8th, 2009 at 8:34 am
   L said:

   Wait until they leave for good. That is the hardest thing .


2. 2
   on April 8th, 2009 at 8:55 am
   Heidi said:

   I thought you were going to say that he never unpacks. But yeah, leaving sucks more.


3. 3
   on April 8th, 2009 at 9:47 am
   Ellie said:

   I am completely distracted by the book. Pride and Prejudice. They’re doing something right at Columbia…


4. 4
   on April 8th, 2009 at 10:48 am
   Grandma J said:

   Isn’t that the same piece of luggage Bossy took on her Excellent Road Trip?


5. 5
   on April 8th, 2009 at 11:16 am
   Maria said:

   I too, noticed the book. I am SO impressed with bossy’s son. Jane Austen, a folded shirt(!!) and socks tucked ever so neatly into his Adidas. What next?! Does bossy’s son make his own bed, too?!!!


6. 6
   on April 8th, 2009 at 11:34 am
   jandondi said:

   I’m willing to bet that the book is his girlfriends…


7. 7
   on April 8th, 2009 at 12:29 pm
   Lisa said:

   Whaaaaaa!!!!!!!! I hate it too!!!!!!!!


8. 8
   on April 8th, 2009 at 12:47 pm
   Gramps said:

   Yeah, it’s tough when they leave for good—-but then they come back!!!!!!!


9. 9
   on April 8th, 2009 at 1:57 pm
   Jude said:

   I share your sad My boy went back today too……


10. 10
    on April 8th, 2009 at 2:06 pm
    foolery said:

    That shirt isn’t just *folded* it’s been PRESSED. As in IRONED. That’s either the work of a loving mom or The World’s Most Impressive Son.


11. 11
    on April 8th, 2009 at 5:01 pm
    Mr Farty said:

    Are you sure that Jane Austen?

    http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510XXFxXXGL._SS500_.jpg


12. 12
    on April 8th, 2009 at 7:16 pm
    Carroll said:

    Bye, Bossy’s Son. We’ll miss you, so come back soon, OK?


13. 13
    on April 8th, 2009 at 11:08 pm
    Formerly Unemployed Susan said:

    He goes away but he comes back again. Willingly.
    Neither myself nor my siblings ever wanted to go back home, even if we just left for the afternoon.