But first...A LIMERICK. Kinda. Ahem:
There once was a happy puppy named Pa-toony,
Who would always shake her butt so hard because she was a bit loony,
She loved to eat all of the food,
because it would put her in a really good mood!
And of course without it, she would be pretty darn puny.
Every night Petunia would get a special snack
As would her sister Kitty, for going outside and then coming back,
Petunia's sensitive tummy meant she'd get something grossly plain and homegrown,
While her sister Kitty would get a very fancy bone,
You know--the doggy-equivalent of a saucy pizza or a delicious Big Mac.
So one day Petunia's mommy ran out of her special nightly treats,
There was nothing left for the little happy Peets!
Without her special treat the puppy would be so sad,
And then oh lordy--she would behave REALLY bad,
So her mom had to think quick and find something for the little P. Diddly to eat!
Her mom said, "Aha! I know exactly what I shall do!"
"I will give Petunia these old minty tartar control snacks that Kitty hated- wahoo!
Pa-toony will eat any food she can,
even if it isn't really a good plan..."
And sure enough--the pup acted like it was the best thing that she ever did chew.
So this is one small way that puppies are a bit better than human runts,
They will take darn near anything and eat it with a happy, happy grunt,
Peets took the new (old) snack and ate it in a gleeful haste,
you know--a snack that was the doggy-equivalent of icky
toothpaste,
and her mommy clapped with glee- she totally got away with her clever stunt!
Sooo. That is all that is new here, um...
Here is the rest of what I wore while in Vegas, now almost two weeks since I've been there (oopsie daisy). First, I wholeheartedly apologize for the weird lighting in these photos. They were shot on a gloomy day at home, since I don't typically travel with my camera, and since our living room is gray and all windows...well, it makes for some pretty funky lighting. And second IT WAS COLD IN VEGAS.
And I mean really cold, not just that weird-filtered-casino-air cold, so please excuse my old lady layering. It happens.
Here is what i wore on an 8am flight (on only 3 hours of sleep) that landed us in Vegas a good 6 hours before our hotel rooms were ready on a Thursday morning. I had to be comfy and cozy but still not look like a complete homeless slob, yay:
And here is what I wore later that night while shaking my tail feather at The Palms:
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And here is what I wore on the last day in Vegas, compleeetely over it (as you always feel by day 3 in Vegas) and ready to be home.
(Never mind that in these pics, I you know--am home. Pretend!):
What do you like to wear while in Vegas? Do you go a bit crazy, or stay in your normal realm (like me)? Share in the comments!