Numbered even, because I like a good list.

1. It was hotter in Vegas in September than I thought it would be. It was also hotter than it has been at all this entire summer here. We never got above 95 degrees here. It was 103 all three days in Vegas. At one point we decided to walk part of the strip. Outside. At 1pm. Yes, we are smart women. My blisters however, might disagree with that statement. We possibly could have swam, but the water had to be 95 degrees too. Didn’t seem worth it.

2. The Hilton may not be the most exciting hotel in Vegas. However, the beds were amazing and worth it completely.

3. There were little strange men following me around all the time.

4. I heart the Bellagio. It’s funny to walk into a hotel and not hear the slots. We managed to see the fountain at night, walk through a garden and eat gelato in a quiet hallway for an hour, before we made ourselves go back into the sea of people. It’s just so refreshing. Like we left Vegas for a while.

5. I heart Gelato. Especially half Dulce de Leche and Melon. Dude, don’t knock it till you try it.

6. Mostly though, I heart Liz. Like completely. I was super sad to come home. I *may* have cried this morning.

7. Kari was in Vegas this weekend too, but I never managed to see her. I hear that Vegas kicked her ass though. Ahem.

8. We ate a Paradise grill two times too many and sadly, didn’t find paradise there.

9. You might have a gambling problem when you want football tips from the non-sports fan mother who lives in Colorado. Just sayin, mr. cab driver dude.

That’s all I’ve got. Or at least that’s all I’m sharing. You all know, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Or at least that’s what the 70 year old couples, matching t-shirts said at the airport.

This has nothing to do with Vegas, but I found it sorta funny. This morning, I had an email from someone who decided to spend the time to email me and tell me why she would be taking me out of her Google Reader from here on out. Cool, you know, whatever, unsubscribe. I have no way of knowing. But taking the time to email me and tell me that you are doing it, seems weird. Maybe like she wants me to ask her why or ask her to re-subscribe. Neither of which I plan on doing.