What happens in Vegas... won't exactly stay there

We just got home from our Vegas trip. We had fun, but seriously if we ever go back, we will NOT be staying at Planet Hollywood. The employees were like little leaches, like telemarketers, like the mexicans standing on the strip trying to hand you smut. They were always in our face trying to sell us something. Almost every time we stepped off the elevator or tried to walk out of the entrance to go to the mall that is adjacent, there was someone in our face asking us to come preview PH towers by Westgate. It was so annoying. I was like, DUDE! WE ARE FROM OKLAHOMA! WE ARE NOT BUYING A CONDO HERE! GET OVER IT! So, anyway we will never stay there again. On a brightside to staying there... they played awesome music in the casino, lol.

Another thing that I experienced in Vegas was the Aqua Massage, I have one word. LAME. They charge you for laying face down in a human car wash, except you don't get wet. I can not believe I paid money for this. I wasn't too stoked about doing it, but I thought what the heck. I'll try it. It was a complete waste of time. Then the guy was like here, try our oxygen bar. He put this thing in my nostrils like I was an ederly woman who needed an oxygen tank attached to my wheel chair and then eScorted me to the "OXYGEN BAR". This too, was lame. It totally burned the inside of my nostrils. I mean seriously. I can breathe. I do not have congestive heart failure. I can not believe people pay money for this crap. I also saw one at the airport when we were waiting on our flight to Denver. I just don't understand how people think this stuff is great.

Anyway, we had an awesome Vacation, but spent entirely too much money and was so ready to come home. We almost got married, but we didn't manage our time very well. So, we're just going to have to get married here. HA HA.


We are not in too much of a hurry to go back.

Not such a good secretary...

So, I'm the secretary of the kids PTO. This week is teacher appreciation week. I was responsible for sending out notes in the kids folders last week. Wednesday I typed up a note and made it so that it would fit twice on the page. I thought it would save some paper. I get to the school Thursday morning. I copy the note I typed up, cut the sheets in half, and put them in the teachers cubbies according to the class count. I am totally finished and the Principal comes up to me, picks up the note and says, Oh this looks great. Then she says, Oh, Wait. She starts laughing. Look at Wednesday, she says. Instead of it saying, Wednesday- Good Deed. It says Good Dead. I started cracking up. She says, I don't think this is a typo we can get away with. She was right. I had to do it all over. It took me another 45 minutes.

I swear. I must be the worst PTO Secretary. =)