Thursday, October 27, 2005
...vegas, baby
Well, it is 2:45 and I'm up, showered, dressed and ready to fly. Our plane leaves at 6:25 am and we're in Vegas at 8:20am. Dad's in the shower....ooops, strike that, I just heard him blow his nose (gheez...I hope he didn't do that IN the shower!). We're meeting Grandpa's friends on Saturday and Bob, his friend, is supposed to give me the lowdown on craps this time 'round. Have to run, we're do over at Grandpa's at 3:15 and besides...I think I hear an Elvis machine calling my name!
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Sweet! Have a great and safe trip! Enjoy!
And the whole "blowing you nose in the shower" is a lot more common than you think. However, that doesn't make it that less gross!!!
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