All that Glitter

Work became my therapy today…I’m not sure how that happened, but it did, and strangely enough I’m ok with that. I woke up and I didn’t feel moody, but quickly from there it was like the grumpy mood over took me. It’s that girly time of the month for me and I’ve really been feeling like one big mood swing lately. When I’m up, I'm UP, when I’m down, I’m short, rude and a total bitch. Aww…to be the woman I am!

Scott and I went to Vegas last weekend and had a fabulous time! We didn’t do anything extravagant, but it was a break away from the world that I think we both needed. I got us a room near the airport and it was our “Ghetto Palace” complete with icky carpets and an industrial view of sorts. We stood on the front porch and watched the sunset and in that moment it didn’t matter that the room smelled like old cigarettes, all that mattered was that there we were, together in the moment, by ourselves.

We hung out with Chari on Saturday night and partied like rockstars! Or at least we tried to party like rockstars. Scott won $130 on penny slots, he called me Cleo and we met a dude with a fake British accent….all in all it was a typical night in Vegas. The taxi driver was convinced Chari was my girlfriend, we ate like KINGS for $20 and we drank like we knew everything and didn’t have a care in the world.

Sunday morningish Scott and I drove to the Little Church of the West and took a few pictures outside. It’s almost been a year…and as we pulled up I was overwhelmed by remembering the lil things; like a stupid joke my brother told me as Scott and I arrived for our wedding, or the steps where we took some pictures and I almost tripped over nothing. The mundane meeting magical. Scott took my hands, kissed my ring finger and said all over again, “I love you forever, forever I do.”