Last week I planned a trip to Vegas.
Hotel booked.
Hello Monte Carlo.
Stripper classes booked
(not kidding, it's a girls only class and they teach you pretty much everything, from what I read online).
I got a new swimsuit. Striped.
Had my carpool buddy all planned out.
And then cancelled.
Because I thought there were a few other things more important that I should be doing this weekend.
Last night and this morning though, I wasn't so sure.
Then I saw the temps in Vegas this morning.... totally kicking myself.
1 comment:
awwwww that is sadness. I WANT those temps. Also I'd enjoy actually watching you try to kick yourself...are you like kicking the other LEG or trying to kick your butt? Or perhaps kick your arm?
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