I survived throwing the bridal shower… but now I have to survive Vegas.
I’m kind of scared. I haven’t been to Vegas in years… it’s just not the type of place you go to when you’ve been pregnant and then with a child under two unless you want to feel a little bit older, a little bit out of shape, and guilty for coming home with a hangover and whatever else you may have done that you shouldn’t be doing as a mom.
But I must MAN up… and I mean that in the most “Thunder Down Under” way possible (payback Sara… payback).
I have blown dry, polished, waxed, and tanned myself to stripper perfection. It’s not that I want to look like a stripper… but I kinda want to feel like one… and I’m sure my hubby will appreciate the effort when I return home on our Anniversary.
Let’s go girls… there will be no “fire and ice” like the days of yore (nor should there ever be… EVER again)… but we can still have a royally good time ;).
See ya back here on Tuesday!
