Viva Las Vegas Take 2

When I couldn't get picasa to work I grew tired of trying to figure out why, so I thought about saying forget it. But then I realized our highly-romantic-once-a-decade-trip would go undocumented and that just seemed terribly sad. I do think the photos should be visible to someone besides me now, after (many a grueling hour of) uploading the old fashioned way. If you can't see these, you will (unfortunately) never know how *absolutely incredible* they were. ☺

Trying this again:
Home now, Bobby and I had a great time away from life on the prairie and the myriad of daily responsibilities. We enjoyed some seriously good conversation and a lot of fun.

Two major discoveries were found during this trip:
1) We still enjoy one another's company and can get along quite nicely for 4 consecutive days alone.
2) We are very quiet and, I think, very dull.

It turns out, without our children around, the flurry of commotion and volume that typically surrounds us was dramatically reduced. {Shocking!}
We happen to sit rather still in our seats and speak to one another in a rather normal tone and eat meals and snacks rather uneventfully with very little mess or whining or fighting or complaining. We generally spend exactly zero hours crying and we even use the restroom an average, expected number of times/day as opposed to every 6.2 minutes, around the clock.

~ The most extraordinary bliss is often found in the most unexpected places. Like, Dullville. ~

Our room wasn't ready when we arrived so they upgraded us to this suite for the (rest of - it was already 1:00 am) night. Um, ok. I ♥ The Stratosphere.

Saweet!

The exact dollar amount we planned to use in claiming our substantial gambling $$ fortune $$

The wolf running away with every last cent of it at Slots O Fun in under 120 seconds flat. {Tragic}

Shaking off the {devastating} loss with a huge {WIN} on Ms. Pac-Man. High score setting in the making happening right there, yes indeed. It was just too bad she didn't pay out.

My favorite hotel.

What??? This must be my cool pose. Maybe I was in need of a restroom. I don't know...
Bobby was determined to snag a few photos of me since I.am.never.in.them.
I think this look has something to do with the reason why....

Um hmmm, sure....this is how you pose with a stone ram.

Riding the bus. Don't let the relaxing look fool you. I'm quite certain my internal pedometer told me we walked exactly 800 million miles that day.

Without our *precious* bus passes it would have been double that.

Can you believe that underneath that red nail polish my toes are still black and blue from the 1/2 marathon in NOVEMBER? {Pretty}

At the airport, ready to head home, talking to the sitter, who was still alive!

We were thankful for the chance to get away, tired from the millions of miles of the Vegas strip we covered, fortune less, and ready to return home to our loud, exciting life full of little lovelies.

Thank you to my mom for capably caring for the Deutschlets!

Just think, 10 years from now, when we go away again, they will be 13,14,15,16,17,18 & 19.

And, that makes me want to cry....