Viva Las Vegas

We've gone from the land of fake tans and wide parking places to the city of excess in absolutely everything. We're now sitting in the loudest airport ever waiting to go back to the simplicity of home. Hart left Phoenix last Saturday to go to a trade show in Las Vegas. After he called to tell me about the great bathtub in his hotel room, I decided a road trip was in order.

I remembered the drive from Phoenix to Vegas as brown and ugly. Either my perception has changed or all the rain this winter carved hills into the terrain and made succulents grow like crazy. It was a pretty drive and Hart and I had fun playing in the time he wasn't working.


I didn't have the patience to get a non-blurry photo, but you get the gist. This magnet is not only tacky -- the built-in pencil sharpener makes it useful too.