Steve left early Sunday morning on a business trip. A business trip to Utah via Las Vegas. He returned home late last night (technically early this morning) with literally only the clothes on his back.
You might think he lost everything he took with him gambling - because he did gamble - but he didn’t. As punishment for going to Las Vegas without me, I arranged for the airlines to treat him shabbily, cancel all of his flights, move him from one airline to another and finally, lose his baggage.
Ha! That’ll teach him to go to sin city without me!
I wasn’t worried about him going to Vegas without me. I mean, sure, there’s the drinking and the gambling and the cheap hookers delivered within 15 minutes to your hotel room (according to some pimp handing out fliers). I know there’s the whole “if something happens in Vegas, you better stay in Vegas” thing. But I know Steve - and he doesn’t want to stay in Vegas. I’m just a little jealous. We’ve been talking about going for a long time but every time we make plans they have to be canceled.
Utah worried me more than Vegas did. We’ve been watching that HBO show Big Love all season and I thought it might have given him a few ideas. Let me just say that the only “sister wife” I want is one who sleeps in the basement, does all the cooking and cleaning, and never gets any “nights” if you know what I mean. I’m not very good at sharing.
I was looking for a cute comic strip to add to this post. Have you seen the results you get when you type in Las Vegas and Strip? Not pretty.
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