Him: I never see you no more. Let’s go somewhere for the weekend.
Me: Portland, Vancouver, the coast? All sogfests, though.
Him: Let’s go someplace warm.
Me: A last-minute plane ticket will cost one meelion dollars.
Him: There’s got to be a deal somewhere.
Me: (typey typey computer lookup) The only cheap last minute tickets are for Vegas. Vegas is warm!
Him: I thought Vegas made you queasy.
Me: Oh, it was straight icky. But I want to take you there to see if it will make you feel gross too.
Him: Is that a reason to go there? To see if it will make me feel gross?
Me: Um, heck yes.
Him: Sold.
Me: Really?
Him: Buy the tickets.
VEGAS WEEKEND BABY
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Never been to Vegas. Had it planned once, got canceled. It is 4 degrees here in Boston with 3 feet of snow. I need warmth. Have fun!
Tara! FOUR degrees. OY. I will have a drink for you. Or put a coin in a nickel slot for you. Or throw a handful of glitter for you. Or something Vegas-ish like that.
Glitter! The snow is as high as an elephant’s eye… where’s spring??