Party with a Capital P

After the recent drama, this Vegas trip is coming at the ideal time.

Admittedly, I'm a little nervous. I've never been away from the twins longer than one night and even then they were mere miles away. I know I'll miss them tremendously.

But hubby is on the job and I have every confidence he'll be just fine as long as he adheres to the following:
1) DO NOT call my mom every day to watch the twins so that you can go to strip clubs

2)DO NOT take the twins to strip clubs because my mom wouldn't watch them and you couldn't find anyone else.

3) In an effort to try and obey numbers 1 & 2 above DO NOT invite strippers to the house

and finally

4)DO NOT let me come home to a messy house.

See I'm not a total hardass. I ask very little of my hubby.

Now all I need to do is make a "To Do" list for myself:

1)Go to Target, purchase uber cute summer dresses that can be paired with a light blazer for "business casual" wear during the daytime for this boring ass conference but double as club gear for all the partying I must do during the night time

2)Buy new earrings as favorite pair met their doom last Saturday during the Race For the Cure

3)Dig out cute strappy heels & summer sandals that my feet hate but look killer.

4)Pack all of the above items

5)Research hangover cures

6)Skim a few extra hundred from savings - It is Vegas after all...

7)Laugh at the fact that my company thinks they're helping to further my career by sending me to Vegas for this conference - If they only knew

Ok, good. Now that everything is in order. I think I'm ready.

I shall return Thursday as it would tear my little Worker Mommy heart in two to be away from you all, my bloggy buddies, for too terribly long.

Smooches.