Katie B and her Daddy and Uncle Stan and Cousin Lena left for Vegas this morning. They got half way to the airport and realized Katie B forgot her wallet...no ID, no fly. So, I piled in the Tahoe wearing my PJs and hauled a to the airport, 45 minutes, my new record. They called a little while ago. Katie and Lena's room is on the 26th floor of the New York, New York Hotel looking down on the roller coaster that is but one of the very over the top amenities at this fine establishment. Lord, help us all. There will be no living with her now.
So, just me and John. Behaving. Nothing to keep secret here. Much.