It's Mommy Day in Vegas

It's Mommy Day. I slept till 8, enjoyed a quiet coffee on the deck, watched the mini-people (my kids) race through an an obstacle course in the yard, and caught up on my own blog. Very fun day. And it's only 9:30! Mom is here to visit, which means the kids are in Vegas. Actually, it means we're all in Vegas. She treats every day like a vacation, which is awesome when you're 2...and 3. It's not so awesome when you're pushing 40 and trying to shed the last glimpse of baby weight. But hell, life is short. Today we're hitting up a buffet at a nearby hotel (see....Vegas) and I plan to eat at least 3 homemade donuts and one of their famous egg white, spinach and feta omlettes. The egg whites are in the mix because they taste good when doused with feta. Not because of the nutritional value. Only live once. My brother came by last night to join us for dinner. He brought me 2 scratch tickets. Before you rush to judgement here, you should know that they were $10 tickets (woah) and that i had (note passed tense) a little gaming habit a few weeks back. Remember that outrageous MegaMillions jackpot about a month ago? Well, former-colleague-so-&-so convinced me that I should buy one. "Only takes one" he says, just before revealing that he spends $10 on numbers games every week. I could not believe my ears (or eyes, since this revelation was delivered via email). I did what all weak-minded teens would do and I told myself "if he does it, so should I.". And that MegaMillions ticket proved to be the gateway drug that Mom warned me about. I won $9. I spent $8. Most people would see this as a $1 win, but not a weak minded teen. I rolled the $8 "profit" into some other games, then stayed up half the night cursing that the lottery pulls are no longer televised (budget cuts, I have since learned), but that the website isn't updated in real time. The first night this seemed like an outrage. How does the public stand for this?, I thought. Then I slept for a few hours and it became clear that most members of the public are not degenerate gamblers like me. long story short, I schlepped to the corner store three or four times over the next two weeks for more entries. Thankfully, I never won. Case closed. The gaming addiction became more work than fun. If someone can show me a mother in hot pursuit of more work, I'll consider buying another ticket. In the meantime, Im rehabilitated. Good thing I lost on the Mothers Day scratchies. Now, i mentioned catching up on my own blog. I love reading my own blog posts. Why is this fun, you ask? Because I like finding mentions of Alan Thicke when i'm meaning to reference Peter Funt (of Candid Camera, of course). While the hell would I be looking for Alan Thicke or thinking about Growing Pains when finding myself in a puzzling state of coincidence? I'm sure these random mistakes leave my reader (note singular) scratching their head, but my re-reading them, only to realize that I've repeated that verbally 30 times in the last week (thinking myself especially clever of course) just makes me laugh. Off to the buffet. Only. Live. Once. Happy Mommy Day!

This has been a brutal week (yes, again). However, I am doing my best not to complain because Thursday is actually my Friday. So here's my best attempt at not complaining.

I spent this week running from building to building all across this fine City. Far too much exercise for me. I seemed to step off of every staircase at the exact moment that the skies opened up and started to downpour. I spent the week looking like a drowned rat in heels. The only thing good about this picture is that I wasn't wearing flats. Phew!

I don't even own an umbrella. I think I had a Coach umbrella once, but since I spend most days trying not to go outside, I have no idea where it could be. Which is probably for the best. I nearly took out an eye when I borrowed one from a colleague this week. The metal spear came out of its doo-hickey-holder and poked some woman in the face. Whoopsie. I could have been sued and wound up soaked anyway. See!  Umbrellas are so not worth it.

Socks on the other hand...Socks are worth it. I am apparently too lazy to slip into some trouser socks during my morning routine and now every toe on both feet (um, that would be all 10) are blistered to the high heaven. The bottoms of each foot are covered with giant blisters.  Gorgeous additions to the orange spray tanned corns that I've been sporting since last week. Why exactly did spray tanning seem like a good idea? Who knows. But it's time to work trouser socks back into the morning routine. Maybe I can swap out something else to make room. Teeth brushing? Hair combing? Eyeliner application? I'll figure this out sooner or later.

I am a gem. It's remarkable that Husband hasn't left me yet. After today's two giant slices of cake, my ass is likely to blow up to be the size of Texas by morning. Now that is sure to be his last straw. I should start packing.

Hopefully this rain will stop soon so I can go back to the hot rollered Farrah-Fawcett-wannabe that he signed up for.  Like he bought me at a silent auction or something. Ha. He wishes. It would have been cheaper than dating me, I'm sure of that.

It's time to call it a week.