I Hate Las Vegas ...

Well, hubby and I are out of town at the moment. In Las Vegas. He is here to attend a trade show with one of his clients. I came for some quiet time to write.

Here's the thing ... I really hate Las Vegas. I think I'm probably the only person in the world who dislikes this place. All around me are happy, smiling faces ... people drinking ... people gambling ... yadda, yadda, yadda. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy walking up and down the Strip, taking in the sights,cruising through the Forum Shops, looking inside all the incredible hotels. So, yeah, I do have fun here. And, spending some kid-free time with my hubby is always a good thing, especially with the crazy hours he's been working for the past few months.

But, here's the deal: I'm allergic to this city. Horribly, severely allergic.

Everyone here smokes. Everyone. And, I am deathly allergic to smoke. I'm already feeling sick, just from walking through the casino twice. Yeah ... it's freaking pathetic. And, there you have it -- the reason I hate Las Vegas. Thank goodness we don't come here very often. *relief*

In other news, I posted my newest WK fic over on ff.net. Probably a mistake, but ... I suppose I'm a glutton for punishment. *sigh* Anyhow, it's called "Couch Potato". (Many thanks to Bladedfan for helping with the inspiration for this one, by the way. ^.^)

And, that's it from my end of the universe. *grin*