OR INSTEAD.
I want to type fast, but my laptop's feeling extra dramatic today. And extra lazy.
Sunday, we got home from what seemed the trillionth roadtrip to Vegas. The original (original being the operative word) plan was to escort afterten and her boypreng so they could meet with dolphin1122, who was flying in from Seattle. But Pat being born with natural tendencies of going buck wild as far as 50 miles from Vegas, we had to get morningfair on the phone immediately for exceptionally mababaw plans. (Maki: "E kasi naman you guys love me." UM, I GUESS? Haha, I kid.)
I am seriously considering it as a bill of fate that our hotel has the Titanic Exhibit, because I am floored by that ship in absolute extremist status. It was beautiful seeing all that could be saved still existing. They even had an actual side of the wall from D-Deck, which is far beyond likewhoa. And although we didn't waste the usual ton of memory card space, it was a steady weekend. Always as always when we take the 4-hour drive to Sin City.
Yesterday might have been the scariest day of my whole ENTIRE life, and I'm still blaming it on this spooky storm we're having. I walked into the office after lunch, sat on my fat butt for 15 minutes and realized I had to go pee-pee. Fifteen minutes from walking through the same door with the sun up, I see half of the CSR department oggling at the parking lot under the very dark sky. I kid you not, it was watching the day go from 1 in the afternoon to 9pm in less than half an hour. Of course, me being the enormous pussy that I am, I rushed back into the room to CRY calm my already-hyperventilating self down. And being the undecisive person that I am, I walk back out and stare at the darkness.
As if it was on cue, it started raining hail.
It wasn't even cute little pieces of ice, it was medium-sized ones they serve with 64oz fountain drinks.
ISKURRY.
I owe it to my bladder that I didn't piss my pants. Literally.
Sunday, we got home from what seemed the trillionth roadtrip to Vegas. The original (original being the operative word) plan was to escort afterten and her boypreng so they could meet with dolphin1122, who was flying in from Seattle. But Pat being born with natural tendencies of going buck wild as far as 50 miles from Vegas, we had to get morningfair on the phone immediately for exceptionally mababaw plans. (Maki: "E kasi naman you guys love me." UM, I GUESS? Haha, I kid.)
I am seriously considering it as a bill of fate that our hotel has the Titanic Exhibit, because I am floored by that ship in absolute extremist status. It was beautiful seeing all that could be saved still existing. They even had an actual side of the wall from D-Deck, which is far beyond likewhoa. And although we didn't waste the usual ton of memory card space, it was a steady weekend. Always as always when we take the 4-hour drive to Sin City.
Yesterday might have been the scariest day of my whole ENTIRE life, and I'm still blaming it on this spooky storm we're having. I walked into the office after lunch, sat on my fat butt for 15 minutes and realized I had to go pee-pee. Fifteen minutes from walking through the same door with the sun up, I see half of the CSR department oggling at the parking lot under the very dark sky. I kid you not, it was watching the day go from 1 in the afternoon to 9pm in less than half an hour. Of course, me being the enormous pussy that I am, I rushed back into the room to CRY calm my already-hyperventilating self down. And being the undecisive person that I am, I walk back out and stare at the darkness.
As if it was on cue, it started raining hail.
It wasn't even cute little pieces of ice, it was medium-sized ones they serve with 64oz fountain drinks.
ISKURRY.
I owe it to my bladder that I didn't piss my pants. Literally.