So I published it. Right below this. About the tree. Cryptic. This message, not the tree.
Okay, I’ve had my fun for the day; let me plunge into real sentences. I am going to Las Vegas this weekend for Der Bingle’s Company Christmas party; I drive to Dayton on Thursday and we fly out on Friday and return on Sunday and I come home on Monday. I’ve had this invitation before, but haven’t gone . This time I was on a 3-way call with Quentin and Der Bingle and I said, “You know, I might just let people fend for themselves and go.”
Quentin said, “Yes, there’s no thinking about it, Mom. You’re going. You are definitely going.”
So I am going.
I probably should put Rose in my suitcase to keep me on the straight and narrow.
Tell Rose, I’ll go in your suitcase. Have fun in Vegas and remember, what happens there stays there. I don’t need to know.
I went to Vegas once. I could tell I was married to a civil engineer because I spent a lot of time marveling over buildings and things like inclinators instead of elevators. There are some pretty impressive buildings. And of course touring Hoover Dam. Yes, we didn’t gamble, we oggled. And not the girls.
Rose messaged me that she was going to take notes and write an expose’ to be held in reserve for the inevitable day she would need it.