After 48 hours of craziness and "company bonding," i am now back amongst the land of the living. Vegas was...Vegas. It was loud, obnoxious, and filled with drunken monkeys and lots of cigarette smoke. I have come to the conclusion that Vegas is the only place I've ever been on "vacation" where 48 hours is MORE THAN ENOUGH time. Everywhere else, by day 3 I'm like, "Oh, I wish I just had a few more days." Notsomuch with Vegas.
I missed my babies, I missed my SMM. Home is GOOD.
Although the carpet in the elevator was cool: