I think if I had the money for the shows, I'd like going. I'm not a huge gambler, there's no draw there. Like Pix, I'd go if it was with a bunch of friends to just hang out with friends, gawk at the frantic folks heading for the casinos and maybe some shopping.

I don't like gambling, either, and I'm also not great with crowds. I've only been to Vegas once, and didn't really like it, but there could be something there that I'd like better that I just didn't see that time.

I think I'd have fun in Vegas but I'd mostly want to see the shows which gets expensive fast.

I am back from the pet store where I succeeded in spending ridiculous amounts of money on the pets. Next stop: library.

My day:

• Toto probably has a collapsed trachea and will need an xray to confirm.

• Toto's lump under his left front leg has quadrupled in size, and while it doesn't look like it's cancerous, it needs to be removed because it is impeding his movement.

• The above will cost $400.

• I have fluid in my ear that's not draining. I waited three hours at urgent care to find that out. Also to find out that there is nothing I can do about it except wait until it turns into an infection in a week or so.

• Because of the above, I missed the Skate-a-Palooza event with a bunch of my friends, and I'm sad.

Sometimes I hate my life--also the amount of time I spend in waiting rooms.

I love the shows and the crazy. The Liberace Museum is awesome. The Cirque shows are so much fun. Everything is just so totally out of control and over the top. I also enjoy gambling so the casinos can be fun for me as well.

{{vw}} How craptastic. Hang in there~ma for you, sweetie.

I know I'm feeling whiny and overly dramatic tonight, but I really just want to go hide in a hole. But, I can't because I have to clean the house and get ready to go babysit three kids for a week and then pick up my parents at the airport tonight.

I also know I should be so thankful that it's nothing worse with Toto. It's just exhausting, you know?

{{{vw}}}

IOmememeN: I have an actual date with my husband tonight, at a restaurant lacking in paper placemats and crayons and my hair decides to have a Bad Night.

But... he just came home and told me I look pretty.

Still pissed at the hair, tho'.

I'm sorry, vw. That sounds like a whole lot of not-fun for one day.

Yay, date night, Barb!

I just got back from getting some of Dad's furniture moved. The movers were great--they called me with an eta after I'd sort of committed to spending the whole afternoon in Kernersville, and I found I had a two hour window in which to get a pedicure and just chill. Now I'm home in a slowly coming together apartment with my cat and some mac and cheese. Not a bad Saturday, all told.

I went to get Chinese take out tonight. It was an adventure.

First there was the turn lane issue, I have to go through a major intersection with 3 left turn lanes. People started pulling out of the lane because after waiting through 2 lights without the green light people got antsy. The people in the facing (does that make sense?) left turn lanes turned, but not my side.

FINALLY it changed, And then cops came zooming by sirens going. To the Wendy's that's near there.

When I drove by 3 cop cars were there.

When I was going back (after being nearly hit in the take out place parking lot when someone treated it like a street) there were FIVE cop cars at Wendy's.