The problem with Vegas lately is that they wised up- you used to be able to get cheap drinks and good food for a pittance because they wanted you happy and well-lubricated before you hit the slots or tables, and now they realize that folks will get happy and likkered whatever they charge. So, for us non-gamblers, no more free ride.
Well, fuck that. I can get that in Utah, and they have a prettier desert.
We did some yard work this weekend, and the debate about when to start cutting the grass started. This being a farming community, we don't have Mike's advantages regarding lawn mowing and roving strippers, but being the new kids in town, we want to do it right. No point in having older town residents drive by and mutter "city slickers, can't keep the yard up".
Had several family members up for Birthday Weekend and tried to take them on a tour of our 4+ acres of woodland, but quite a few trees came down this winter, and it's quite a mess back there. Also, there's poison ivy coming up, so we headed back to the house. Anyone with a chainsaw who doesn't have a Jack Nicholson Complex should know that we have a nice guest room and plenty of work to do...
It's only half an hour 'till Disparate Housewives, and on the theory that's there's never a bad time to show a picture of Marcia Cross, I think we'll end with this (besides, she has a book, which is very topical)-