bags are almost packed
children are rife with disease
it’s vacation time!
We are leaving in the morning for 6 days of insanity in Vegas. And when I say "insanity" I don’t mean staying up all night and gambling and drinking and flirting with strippers. I mean staying up all night with a toddler who won’t sleep, being scared of how roulette works (and really wanting to play craps, but being scared of that, too), drinking lots of vitamin water, and flirting with disaster.
We’re going to try to tour the marshmallow factory, kick it old school at the Hoover Dam, and do our best to not look like hillbilly slobs at the fancy wedding.
I can’t believe we’re actually going. On an airplane. To the desert. With children. For that long!
The house is clean-ish, the bags are packed-ish, the reservations almost all printed out. The dog is being left in
crazy capable hands. Plans have been made for the leftovers in the fridge.
It’s really happening. Me! Going on vacation! Of course I’m going to try to blog while we’re there, who could resist blogging from Vegas? But the place we’re staying doesn’t offer access to the interwebs for free (what?!), so maybe I can steal a wifi signal somewhere. Or, your know, use one legally. Whatever. What I’m saying is – stay tuned.
I know that what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas, but what fun is that?