After a long day at work, and the loom of a long morning ahead, I trudged home only to be faced with all the crap at home I had to do. So, how to cheer myself up while having to shovel through the mess? Clean with my new shoes on, of course.
Vegas, here we come!
Vegas, here we come!
4 comments:
harrummph.
i see my gold shoes weren't gold enough. fine. i see how it is.
- dimps.
dude...I'm a girl, and there were shoes for sale. What was I to do?! Besides, this way, when I fall flat on my face in Vegas because they're too high, you can say that you tried to keep me from doing so...
Ahh yes... now you have to clean in a wedding dress. And don't forget to thank all your guests for coming to your wedding. ;p Miss you Boobie. I hate that I can't go with you guys. Still nuff.
Those kick ass! And let me tell you direct from Vegas, you'll fit RIGHT in with them.
And I know you'll appreciate this...I really really hate walking the Strip and going into casinos with Steve when I'm dressed up because EVERYONE stares. This is different from the stares I get in Halifax (people there aren't used to inter-racial relationship). In Vegas, people stare because they're wondering how much he paid for me. To make it worse, the stares are longer and more obvious when all 5 of us are out and about (me and Pam...two 26 year old dolls...with 3 guys in their 30s and 50s).
STUPID VEGAS. hahaha
But the food and shows are GGGGREAT.
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