Last night, after dinner, Mr. Understanding and I placed a bet at a black jack table. We lost immediately. Ouch! That was the end of that.
Today I went to CVS to buy water and snacks. I cannot, in good conscience, buy $5 bottles of water. Las Vegas is very dry and I am parched constantly. Also, I have not been exposed to this much second hand smoke since sitting on a terraza in Madrid. It is still legal to smoke inside here! Admittedly, fewer people are smoking so I am not complaining. Scratch that, I am. It gives me a headache.
I have not seen Mary yet but the day is not over yet. Maybe there is a slot machine devoted to Her?
The real question is: Do I use the money I saved not gambling on a dreamy hotel bathrobe? I still have the one Mr. Understanding gave me for our second married Christmas, a pink one from Nordstrom. I leaked Thing 1’s amniotic fluid all over it. After wearing for two decades, I still keep it for sentimental reasons. Plus, Thing 1 occasionally swipes it from me. Barely frayed, it turned out to be a much bigger bang for the buck than blackjack.
I just convinced myself. Game on! And just so my readers know, it is still hard to cut the cord 22 years later. I am trying really hard not to call Things 1 & 3. They are big girls.
Herewith concludes Day 23.