I have a lovely view of the rooftop of MGM, the domed part of something I haven't figured out yet, and across the street, New York New York. My 72-year-old mother is already running me ragged. Of course, I CAME tired, so it's my own fault, I suppose. I should have done something about getting more sleep during the week, but I didn't.
Now because I played, I must pay:
Gleefully stolen from nutmeg3:
PIF meme: I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet, but you will receive it within 365 days. The only thing you have to do in return is "pay it forward" by making a similar agreement on your blog.
Note: The "gift" you send doesn't have to be handmade or even concrete. It can be fic, icons, whatever.
I like the note, because of course the original paragraph DOES say "handmade." *g*
I'm not the world's greatest icon maker, but I enjoy doing so, and if anyone has ever wanted to make me write fanfic, well, now's the time.
The MGM Grand Buffet on Saturday nights is very expensive (it was $64 for two), but it included sushi and cracked crab, both iced and hot, as well as all the standards, plus mashed potato pancakes hand-decorated with stuff to one's specifications and some truly yummy desserts. I ate until I could pop at around 5, and did not eat again until, well, now. (Getting ready for breakfast.) There were these sticky peanut butter sticks which I THINK are sort of like mudpies made without the cocoa and flour instead of oatmeal, but I'm not sure. I ate two, which I shouldn't have done, just trying to figure out what they were made of...