Manifesting Bossy

So there I was, standing in the courtyard of the Ritz Carlton at Mom 2.0, talking to Jenijen, Karen and Polly. "Hey!" I said. "I never remember to take pictures. Let's take a picture!"

I looked at the phone. "Damn! It's too close. I wish Bossy were here. Her arms are longer than mine."

And then, poof! The door opened.

 

Like magic, I tell you.