Viva Las Vegas

So I am going to Las Vegas in like 5 minutes, and I had to just blog quick. I get nervous about flying, so I plan to drink heavily before I get on the plane because if we crash, I don't want to be sober if I die. That sounds terrible, but I don't. Okay that is not why I am writing. But I love my husband and my children more than life if anything should happen to me. And my family.  And my friends. All five of you. Just kidding. I love you.
Okay. I am going to Las Vegas.
Doesn't it seem like I should have a new blog now? Life after Vegas? I don't know. I have never been there, you know. Well, that's not true. I lived there when I was three, but really, I mean I don't think when you're three you can appreciate the strip, unless your mom is a cocktail waitress, or an exotic dancer, and mine was neither,  so this really is my first exposure.
I just feel like I might see some things I've never seen before.
That's not true.
I lived in Uptown, and my husband is from Viroqua, Wisconsin.
I have seen it all.
Anyway, Will has the children by himself this weekend, and I felt fine about it until 10 pm last night when he asked me to type him up their schedule.
What??
You live here too. You don't know their schedule?
But I am really impressed that he wants to stick to some sort of normal routine so I wrote it up in really big font so that he can read it well and I am hoping he will be okay.
He should be:  "I got a babysitter tomorrow, and Keegan and I are going to a basketball game."
One day down, and I am home on Sunday.
I love the way he figures things out.
So here I go.
I will be back to let you know how it went.
Viva Las Vegas everyone!