And you'll look down upon the earth and say "I can't believe we ever lived that way!"

I want to go to Las Vegas. I want to go and stay in one of the big hotels with the casinos attached, and the fancy shows, and the lovely spas. I don't want to gamble, though I imagine I'd take in some penny slots. I want to see the massive buffets, and all the lights, and the beautiful buildings with canals and such right inside. This is what happens when I watch Discovery and the Travel Channel late at night. One of these years Mike and I will have enough money to go places and do things, preferably before we start having kids and lose all our monies again. Having kids is a surer way to lose money than casino gambling, but probably more rewarding as well. I still want to go to Vegas.

I finished the new Nora Roberts book tonight, the one I got yesterday at Sam's. She needs to have a talk with her editor about some of the spelling problems they've been letting slip in lately. Rushing the books to print too fast, I suppose. She'll never be Laurell K. Hamilton, as she has a solid grasp of things like basic grammar and plot, but there were enough of them this time for it to be distracting. Also, an ADA is not, I repeat not, an appropriate title for a defense attorney. That's assistant district attorney, and it means you're a prosecutor. Defense attorneys need a few more scruples before they can become ADAs. And yes, I know, that's just my prejudice talking. Well, prejudice and knowledge, but still. Anyhow, it was an excellent book, I could barely put it down. Now I want another one. I have a feeling I'm part of the problem, when it comes to rushing books to print.

Anyway, I better go to bed. I printed off a notice of quittingness today at school, and I have to drop it off tomorrow. I don't look forward to having to do it, but I will feel so relieved when it's all done and the clock is ticking down. No more roast beef for me!