While visiting Grandma at the hospital in Henderson, Nevada, Blonde Girl said,
"Mom can we go down to the strip and go to the M and M Store?"
I was surprised she knew Las Vegas Boulevard is called the strip.
She actually said this to me in the hall and not in front of Grandma.
She is referring to M and M World, which has a wall of all colors of m and ms that you can buy for a lot a pound.
We map quested it and we headed for the strip.
That is me, the girls and Sam the injured dog, who accompanied us on our trip to Nevada.
We drove down Las Vegas Boulevard and turned left onto Monte Carlo and immediately found
free, short term parking.
We walked to the store, got our m and ms and reverse map quested ourselves back to Henderson.
Easy.
Easy.
People said to us, Oh, that is a real dog in that case.
We now succinctly say, "yes he is injured as he has a dislocated hip because my husband/our daddy rolled him up in the electric pool cover.
We sort of like the shock factor.
And, on the strip, for those few short minutes we got more attention than Little Elvis and his Big Ass Snake.
