I don't know if it was the living in the tundras that started this, but in my family there seems to be some sort of biological trigger that kicks in around January-February. This trigger basically says, "If you don't get out of here and go get warm, you will climb on top of a building somewhere with an assault rifle. Believe me. I will make it happen."
So, to avoid jail time, we go get warm if at all possible. (If not, we chain ourselves to the walls in the manner of werewolves and ride this thing out.) Coolmom and Cooldad are on their way to Florida, Jenny & Co are heading to (shhhh!) Disneyland, and I am going to Las Vegas. This leaves Spitfire and Coolboy freezing in UT. I'd watch out for them if I were you.
I leave in exactly 90 minutes and I can't wait.
The real purpose of the trip (other than to curb my homocidal tendencies and get my hands and feet warm for the first time in 4 months) is to see Cirque de Soleil's LOVE show at the Mirage.
Other highlights set to include:
Car trip with car trip food (peanut m&ms, Pringles, trail mix, and any other dang thing I want) and hilarious audiobooks. Right now I have She Got Up Off the Couch by Haven Kimmel, Jon Stewart's America, and Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris. Will likely also be listening to a lot of podcasts to do with J.J. Abrams and Joss Whedon. Because not only is my husband a Gentleman, he is also a Geek.
Burgers from either In-N-Out or Fatburger (sorry, Word of Wisdom, this is one of those times)
Some sort of fabulous buffet, I haven't decided which one yet. Am trying to find elastic pants (or one of my sister's maternity tops) for that part of the evening. Because I won't stop til I get enough (also, again, apologies to the Word of Wisdom).
Wonderful free things like fountains and gardens and volcanoes and baby snow leopards.
H&M, baby!
Sunny weather in the upper 60s, I honor you.
Grandmas handing me porn. It's been awhile and I've missed it.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
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