Vegas Week....

So sorry I didn't post from Vegas. While we were there, internet access (because it wasn't a drink, a buffet or a topless dancer) cost a freaking fortune and I write way too slowly to make $.35 a minute worth your time or my money.

Today, I will admit to still feeling pretty poorly. I'm blaming jet lag, although a massive quantity of vodka gimlets, wine and assorted champagne cocktails are probably more to blame. Tony and I arrived home at 2:30 yesterday morning and have since eaten our way through the entire fast-food selection in Florence, Kentucky. (I just polished off four pieces of the Colonel's extra crispy. Now I need a stent, followed closely by a nap.)

So, I promise that starting tomorrow, I will detail the accommodations, dining, entertainment, gambling and various mom-related madness we encountered in the city of sin. Right now, however, I'm going to try to finish my personal detox and begin detoxing my suitcases. I don't know how much they had to drink, but it isn't pretty.