All my little Vegas pallies are writing excited entries about the snow in Vegas.
And yet, I find it hard to be terribly excited as I’m sitting at home in my pajamas instead of beginning my descent into Vegas. Those few inches of snow have practically incapacitated the Las Vegas airport and our flight that was stopping Vegas before going on to California decided to go straight to California and skip Vegas entirely.
Which meant that just a few hours after Kristi had dropped us off at the airport, we had to call her husband and ask him to load back up their bed-bound children and come retrieve us. They are good friends. We owe them a bazillion dollars and also several hours of their lives back.
Please let that snow melt quickly. Especially since it’s supposed to be 75 degrees in Austin this weekend and I will be so unbelievably unthrilled if I leave this lovely gorgeous weather to go freeze in Vegas.