Just have a quick moment tonight…I’m off to finish up the one thing I hate worse than grocery shopping.  Packing.  It’s a tedious, stressful task.  Questions race through my harried brain as I twist like an F5 through my four shallow closets:  Will I bring too much?  Will I bring too little?  Will I forget that one dress that will make or break the trip (you know the one)?  And most importantly, will my self-tanner explode in mid-flight and ruin every last piece of clothing in my suitcase…don’t laugh.  It’s happened.  But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Half the gang is already in Vegas…barraging us with dozens of text messages.

“Just basking in the sun by this paradise of a pool.  Must go…time to order another tasty beverage.”

“Wondering what you’re doing as I slather SPF on my tanned body…oh, right…you’re working.”

“Oh, look!  There’s Brad Pitt!  What’s that Brad?  You bet…we’ll see you later tonight.”

My only response:  “You must die.”

Okay, I’ve sufficiently procrastinated.  I must go and fill my suitcase with three times the necessary clothing.

Susan is a nervous flier.  She warned me that - although it is not her day-to-day routine - a 10:00 a.m. cold beer may be a necessary evil tomorrow.  This could get ugly.

Wish me luck.  I’ll join you next Tuesday with a head full of stories.

P.S. - I got ya covered, Kim.  $20 on 3, 4 & 6.

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