We are going to Vegas.
So ya'll remember that we just passed our 10th anniversary earlier this month and I mentioned this whole thing about how we'd always planned to celebrate in Vegas with Elvis helping us renew our vows.
Well.
We're so doing it.
Except for Elvis. He has left the building. If the "building" is a righteously awesome anniversary trip with Fanny and Mr. Pack.
We have some stuff planned. But mostly we are planning to sleep. Whenever we want. And when we're done with that, we might just take a nap. Or four.
In and around nap times, the Packs will be there to offer us hours of entertainment and likely some serious introspective discussions. I suspect we will learn more about this new term "Recovering Southern Baptists" and I hear there is some gossip that needs to be shared. For me, I need to hear Fanny's take on what I have planned for 2011 and possibly spend some serious time shopping for the highest platform heels Vegas has to offer. If Mr. Pack and Chris don't do "The Lawnmower" at least once, it will not be a successful trip.
Pumpkin is at Nana & Puddin's having her own righteously awesome time surrounded by four grandparents, a gaggle of aunts and uncles and one Great Grandmother. I suspect the spoiling that will take place could be epic.
This is our first trip away from her and we will miss her. Not gonna lie, I got a little teary this morning. I suspect Garfunkel feels the same way whenever he sees yet another successful solo album by Paul Simon. Or how Weird Al might feel waxing poetically about which dinner theatre in Wisconsin he performs in next now that Michael Jackson is no longer producing music he can use for his interesting "satires".
But then Pumpkin made that grunting noise I so cherish and I found I was over it as quickly as it began. She'll be fine and we'll be rested. Fabulous.
Viva Las Vegas!
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