Honestly, I didn't think the Welcome To Vegas sign existed anymore, but we found it as we were driving out of the city yesterday. We'd gone up there for a truck show and since we didn't feel like gambling or spending inordinant amounts of money shopping, we headed home at 2pm. So weird, being in Vegas and not driving home in the middle of the night.
As soon as we got home (2 hour drive) Steve's stomach started hurting. Eventually it hurt so bad he was yelling, so I took him to the hospital. After several tests and several hours of waiting, he still hadn't been examined by a doctor. At 10pm, he got dressed, told the nursing staff that he was feeling better, and we went home. He still hurt a bit, but not enough to justify a night in the E.R.
So, he went to make a doctor appt this morning and they of course can't get him in until Tuesday. Lovely.
This weekend we have a regatta out on the lake, so that time I need in the sun will definitely be mandatory. That's the only thing that keeps me tan.
