Hanging with the Po-Po and Vegas. Baby.

Do you ever have those weeks where you get so much stuff accomplished that you stop, look in the mirror and shriek: Who the hell are you and where is Suzanne?

Me neither.
In other news, I’ve joined another cult. First there was Facebook (which we all know I’m sick of, but as with cults and The Hotel California, you can never leave) Then I tried my hand at Twitter. Hated.it. Then I joined Costco and Sam’s club. I could not choose. Love them both…poly-warehouse lover who?
Then came groupon. LOVE.
Now behold my newest cult. Angie’s list.
I was taunted by Angie for so long that I finally broke down and joined. Thank goodness I look good in a bouffant. What? I’m pretty sure Angie’s List belongs to Angie Dickinson.

Speaking of Police Woman. Did I share with you that my Mom has a milestone birthday coming up?
She does.
I’m not allowed to say her age, but you can guess.
I won’t make you guess where she and I are going for her birthday to celebrate.
Ok, just guess a little.
Wrong. wrong. and wrong again. You guys don’t know us very well do you. Who shouted a cruise? Child pa-lease.
We are going to Vegas. Baby.
So, hopefully we won’t be up close and personal with any Po-po’s. Cause it’s fixing to get all crazy up in here. *raise the roof*
Ok, not really. Unless people still raise the roof then count us in.
I asked the Coach if he wanted to go.
He laughed and said: “no, you girls go and have a good time.”
It isn’t that the Coach moves faster or slower than us, but he does move towards a goal. Mom and I are just all willy nilly all over the place. I love being willy nilly. Especially in Vegas. Baby.

Now don’t start wising us a wonderful trip and ‘good luck’ avoiding the po-po yet.  We don’t leave for a few weeks. I’m flying in my private jet to pick up my Mom in ATL and then we head to Vegas. Baby.
Delta is private. right?
So right now, please just tell me I look good in a bouffant. Cause you know I do.
XOXO
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If I’m getting on your last nerve, why didn’t you tell me that 3 nerves ago?

I’ve come to my blog about 4 times since my last post ready to share something…then I said Meh. 
I think a break from electronics is good. Facebook gets on my nerves. Instagram gets on my nerves. Pinterest gets on my…..oh, wait. Pinterest never gets on my nerves. 
What the hey was I thinking? 
I did find this photo from last weekend and it made me smile. Smiling is the opposite of meh.
 That little boy loves his wheels.
And on the critter front…..
One day last week it was cloudy and gray when I left the house. Thundershowers were in the forecast, so I took preventive measures and suited the dogs in their thunder shirts.

It never did rain, and when I returned home, they were ready for some sunshine. They walked to the nearest patch of grass and plopped down. Exhausted. Thank goodness our neighbors weren’t around. I  have a fashion reputation to keep up. 
I do believe Cocoa is saying Meh. She has recently given up both facebook and instagram. 
 However, she refuses to give up words with friends.
It’s Tuesday. I’m spending time with a sweet friend; mexican food for both of us and a Dr visit for her.
I know the mexican food and time together will bring us joy and laughter; praying the Dr. brings relief for her. She needs it.
No Mehs allowed. 

XOXO