Nothing ever seems as exciting as Las Vegas, after you return home from a stay there, and get back into your normal day-to-day routine. I hear no clanging of slot machines. There’s not nearly enough neon signage here around the homestead. And, I’ve been waiting almost 16 hours for a cocktail waitress to stop by and ask me if I want a drink.

Mrs. That Dan Guy has a long, hound-dog look on her face – and she keeps barking out “Hit” at random intervals. I think she might actually see a Blackjack dealer – but it is still early – her eyes are barely even open…

We took a pedometer with us this time, and one day discovered that we walked over 10 miles!! It may actually be urgent for our health and well-being, to get back there as soon as humanly possible!! Vegas is like a gym membership for us…

Bet red!! All in!! Transaction declined???

Viva Las Vegas!!!!

Chow for now.