My husband and I went to Vegas this past weekend (Wed-Mon). It's his second favorite place after Disney, and I don't mind going occasionally even though I'm not a big gambler.
That's why you haven't heard from me in a few days.
It started out as a good trip, but quickly turned awful when we both caught a stomach virus that just about killed us! He got hit first, and I was doing the nursing thing. But then the next day, it hit me. After that, we just had two days of being holed up in the condo, sleeping, not eating, trying to keep a few liquids down. I'd wake up and the clock would say 3:00, but I'd have no concept of whether that was A.M. or P.M!
We made it back home late Monday night, and still can't quite believe how that trip turned out! We keep thinking maybe it really didn't happen, that it was all just a nightmare.
We did save lots of money -- no food, gambling or shows for two days -- just water! And I lost a pound or two, even though it's been four days since I've been in the gym!
But I want my life back!!