OK, here's the deal...in case you don't know...casinos frown on photography. Yeah, this is a photographers convention, and there are cameras everywhere, but we must "respect the privacy of other clients" and not take pictures. *sigh* I like pictures.
I was almost in bed once. Now I'm up. It's after 1 local time. At home, it's 3. I'm hosed, but I can't sleep. I am listening to my station, via internet, and it's the first time I've heard real music since my drive to the airport on Sunday morning. I love real music,
Grammy will head home this morning. I hate that I didn't see her more. I love you, Linda. Thanks for the help. I'll be home around 2 in the morning Wed night/Thurs morning. I'll get up 6ish and be super Mom and go to work after dropping the girls off at school. Yeah. Super Mom. That's me. Uh Huh. Whatever.
I'm bitchy, but it's all good. I'm just tired. I'm averaging 3-5 hours of sleep each night, and I usually get 7-8. I don't mean to be grumpy. I have pictures. Tomorrow is a wash, but Thursday night, I'll have pictures. No pictures of the casino, of course. That would be in bad taste! I don't want them to take my camera. Kevin is one lost camera short of a divorce. I want to stay married.
Anyone want to go to Birthday Bash with me on Friday night?
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My Internet friend Ora was told she couldn't take pictures in Sears. SEARS, for pete's sake. I'm going to be more discreet at my picture-taking from now on, check who's watching me and so forth. And turn off the flash.
Hee...I just take them Rainman style - no flash, and lighten them later.
I mean...huh? What? :-X
~Amy
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