So after a night of prowling the casinos slurping down watered down rum and cokes, I picked up a hunk from the "Cirque du Soleil" (boy are they flexible!) . I woke up in a fleebag hotel and here I am.
Well...not really. I'm here at my aunt's house, hijacking her computer while the monsters are watching t.v. We will be spending the day visiting relatives with a stop at Wal Mart because my dipstick daughter didn't pack a sweater. She packed sundresses. I told her it would be cold and she needed to pack warmly. She never listens to me...sigh.
I'll be back on Sunday and can regale you with stories of my adventures. That should take a sentence. BTW, I can't get the spellcheck to work, so please forgive me for my errors.