The timing, perhaps, could have been a little bit better—we’re missing our class reunion (bummer) and a killer cat blogger gathering in San Francisco to cheer on Jeter’s Mom as she does the Susan G. Komen 3 Day/60 mile walk for breast cancer (MAJOR bummer…I really wanted to go to this)—but we’re headed for Vegas on Thursday. I have a meeting with a potential Inkblot Books client, but we’re weaving a vacation around it because, HEY, it’s VEGAS!
The Boy is going to house and cat sit for us, which will thrill Max and Buddah because he’s bringing The World’s Bounciest Dog™, Butters. In the four days we’ll be gone the cats will either get over having a dog in the house, they’ll figure out how to dig their way out, or they’ll spend the entire time hiding under a bed. There will be a gate across the hallway to give them Butters-free space, but I suspect the Boy may not actually see them while we’re gone.
We’re not renting a car for this trip, so we’ll stick to the strip and do the typical tourist-trap things, but I know we’re not going to have enough time to do and see everything we want to…so truly, we’ll have to go back next year. Perhaps for the Boy’s birthday. Perhaps take him with us.
I wonder if Max and Buddah would like to play slots…