I'm off to Vegas on an earrrrrly flight.
I fully expect to:
1) sit next to/in front of/behind only baby on plane who has inner ear pain during flight,
1a) play nickel slots immediately upon arrival, prior to leaving the terminal,
2) successfully fight my inexplicable urge to see Celine Dion in concert, and, of course,
3) check my blog incessantly due to my complete and utter blog dependence.
(At least I'm no longer gassing people in my dreams, right?)
Happy Tuesday, Sigfried and and semi-mangled Roy!
I fully expect to:
1) sit next to/in front of/behind only baby on plane who has inner ear pain during flight,
1a) play nickel slots immediately upon arrival, prior to leaving the terminal,
2) successfully fight my inexplicable urge to see Celine Dion in concert, and, of course,
3) check my blog incessantly due to my complete and utter blog dependence.
(At least I'm no longer gassing people in my dreams, right?)
Happy Tuesday, Sigfried and and semi-mangled Roy!
3 Comments:
They don't have many nickel slots in the airports and the quarter slots don't even take quarters anymore. You have to buy a card or something. Very sad!
I did end up getting hitched, but then my boss and I figured it probably wasn't such a good idea.
He gave me his slots card as a parting gift.
Thanks, boss man.
semi-mangled roy. hilarious!
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