Las Fricking Vegas

There are few things worth getting up early in the morning for: childbirth, Christmas and .... VEGAS BABY!!!!!!!!!

Yes, tomorrow I am going to Vegas with my dear friend.  My husband is scared and my bank account is empty.  But it's VEGAS OR BUST!!!   My friend and I are treating this trip as a trial run for our Amazing Race application - or SNL audition.

Here are a few reasons that I am going to Vegas:



Nasty sink/house, accented with dog hair tumbleweeds on the floor.



A home office that looks like a robbery just occurred - I can't explain the teddy bear in the corner.





A backyard that rivals the Gobi, except has more dog poo and fewer trees.



A closet that looks like the bottom of a clothes-drive bin in the Sears parking lot. And just as an FYI, the Raggedy Ann sheet was draped there so the air conditioner guy wouldn't see how messy I am.








In addition, I was born in 1972, which means I am almost 40.  I absolutely hate my birthday, and dread the day every year.  So, to celebrate early in a far-away, magical place is more than alright with me.

Until next time, keep crowin' and I can't wait to tell you all about it!!