I'm Not Home

I'm not home. Stay away from my Mansion. I have a Baur Baur Baur dog that will not bark at you, but might chew the rubber off your tires.

I am going to the casino tonight. It was a spur of the moment decision. Actually, it was a two-day spur. The kids are taking their laptops, with visions of high-speed internet dancing in their heads. We have packed snacks and clean underwear and medications. That's all you need, isn't it, for a night at the casino? We are getting a late start, what with one kid bowling, and HH gone to a wedding. The Pony and I are left to pack and clean out the LSUV. We're OK with that.

Not much else to report at the moment. I'm sure I can tell you about my losses tomorrow. I may be lucky on the scratchers, but the casino whips my but into EvenStevenness every time. Sometimes, I'm even down a few bucks when I leave. Go figure. Good thing the kid won me $100 and $10 on some scratchers this afternoon. And I got a room for $100 off, which is good business strategy on Harrah's part, because they know they can make that up easily on HH and me, once they get us in the door. It only takes HH about an hour to lose HIS money (that I give him). I will play most of the night while HH minds the kids (which means he snores on the bed while in the same room with them).

I've got the Reel Rewards Coupons laid out, the money divvied up, and the wheelie bags packed.

I'm off!