My man HS (my Darling Boyfriend whom I usually refer to as DB) and I are home sweet home. And how sweet it is. We had an amazing trip having visited Maui, the big island of Hawaii and Oahu plus a last minute trip to Vegas. We were gone ten days, took six different flights, stayed in five different hotels and rented three different vehicles. We watched sunsets setting, lava steaming, Cher at Caesars, Elvis at City Centre, Titanic and Body Works at the Luxor.... Saw a Komodo Dragon, giant octopus and the Hollywood jet set half plastic-half human beauty queens at Mandalay Bay. We drove around one lane blind corners, up volcanoes, through volcanoes, over lava fields, up the coast, down the coast and finally down the strip by a cranky, crazy and horn-honking-addicted taxi driver with a penitence for swearing and Celine Dion, whom he played non-stop on his ipod. We at Hawaiian Ono Fish baked, fried and sandwiched in Hawaii and finally cevache style at a trendy bistro in Vegas. We did it all. I even had red velvet cheesecake. And then I died.
Only I didnt. And then we came home. And I kissed my dog 18 times, snuggled my kitties, cleaned my house, did 18 loads of laundry and now I'm ready to go again.
Do I really want to buy a horse? I hear Scotland calling my name.