back from vegas last night with my girl.
we had a great time and it was a good week {since it was the worst week} to get away.
for both of us.
with fake elvis.
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i have wanted to eat there for along time, but when we ran across it we had just
finished dinner.
ummm.....no. she's 14. she's not flashing her boobs for you, but thanks for the beads anyway.
it was making her feel sick, so we only got to spend a couple of hours by the pool every morning and then went back inside the casinos, so basically i am as white as i was when we left.
if you know her....i'm sure you can just here her talking in her man voice and calling everyone by their first name. there are a million name tags in vegas that say what city they are from too, so that was very helpful for her...omg.
i am not exagerating when i say a million. it was ridiculous.
and i'm really not that short....she just had her kick ass cowboy boots on that made me look like a total shorty!
that is my swimsuit....that i wore 2 years ago. trust me. it looks a zillion times better on her, but come on now! back to the track tonight for me. divorce = getting healthy. the path to divorce = not being able to fit in before mentioned red bikini anymore.
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