Nevada

Sorry, another late post, as I was busy updating my other stuff.

Today, I'm having lunch with my colleagues picking away at my fat covered lasagna which I bought from the cafe round the corner.

The conversation pretty much centred on Vicki and Rayana's conference in Nevada. Jared and I were desperately trying to to pry some details about the trip but came up empty handed. Rayana did squeeze talking about about her mother-in-law's holiday here and how she seems to be doing the house cleaning a bit. She even mentioned how MIL goes through their underwear drawers, sorting them and putting the dirty ones in the laundry.

That is until, Rayana blurted out. "Vicki ate rice balls in Vegas at 2 in the morning!"

Vicki was shocked.

"You're not supposed to tell!! Rayana! Do you even remember what we talked about?" Vicki says (possibly the same tone she uses when one of her daughters does something naughty.) "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

(Well, I still think that's an okay thing to do at 2am - as long as you weren't standing in the buffet table 'til 5 having your way with the circly ricy treats.)

Vicki was about to continue and say something Rayana did but took the high road instead. "Too bad." I thought as that would have been a juicy tidbit for the blog.

She instead, deftly manoeuvres to a different topic and told us what she got for mother's day. "My daughter," She says proudly , "gave me a silver ring with a big pink/purple heart shaped jewel on top!"

"while my other daughter gave me a nice yellow coloured underwear... "

As I was just processing that last word, I heard a little voice laughing in my head saying "ha haa! toooo laaaate!" as the mental image burned through the front left and right hemispheres of my brain emotionally scarring me for life.

I didn't even hear "... dotted with pink hearts." as my mind reeled with too much info.

Great. Just another thought I need for the monthly meetings.