let's go to vegas. . .

I've never been a gambler. I have gambled exactly once in my life. Kev and I thought it was sad that we had made it to the tender ages of, well, the age wasn't important. The fact is, we wanted to see what we had missed, so one year for my birthday, we loaded up and drove exactly one state over to gamble. It turns out we weren't really missing anything. Now, to be fair, if I had better luck, I might feel differently, but my luck stinks. You know the saying, "If she didn't have bad luck, she wouldn't have any luck at all?" That's me.

I'm also a "usually by the books" kinda girl. I might bend the rules a little, but I'm too afraid of getting in trouble to do too much. For example, we have uniforms at work. They are quite emphatic that we wear solid color scrubs (in our departmental color). Many cheat and wear this or that, but I'm always in my solid color scrubs.

It just so happens that we spent an impromptu weekend with Kev. We hadn't planned on going down at all, but we did. Then, he talked us into staying until this morning (at which point we had to get up EARLY and drive 3 1/2 hours in the pouring rain. . .but it was worth it). The point that I'm slowly making is that I am out of uniform today. Today happens to be the day my manager got an email encouraging her to encourage her staff to adhere to the dress code. . .

I'm thinking of renting out my services in Vegas. I could help people know what not to bet on. You know, if I bet red, you should bet black, etc. Whaddya think?