I normally don't say when I'm leaving town, simply because I don't need you robbing me, thanks. Although, do you really want cake pans and Thomas trains? That's the only thing I have of value. That being said, we are going to Vegas this weekend. The only reason this is a huge deal is because O.G. is coming along. So far, the planning is going well:

MyCuz: "What do you want to do in Vegas?"
O.G.: "What are you going to do?"
Jenn: "Hang at the house."
O.G.: "So will I."
Jenn: "Maybe go to the casino, later."
O.G.: "I will too."
(realizing she is going to just follow me around, OR she is just trying to be annoying:)
Jenn: "Then I'm going to a strip club."
O.G.: "Ok. Can we gamble after?"

See, she is dying to see my cousin's new house, but she refuses to leave my grandfather for more than a few hours. So our master plan? Drive her to Vegas as fast as possible, show her the house, 5 hours later, shove her BACK on a plane, getting her home in time for nighty night. This also allows my cousin and I to spend THE shortest amount of time with O.G. thus eliminating the chances of us killing her.

O.G.: "I want to know if I should wear pants."
Jenn: "Good lord please wear pants, I think they'll kick you off the plane if you were pantsless."
O.G.: "Should I bring Kim Chee?"
MyCuz: "What??"
Jenn: "We aren't even Korean, why would you bring Kim Chee?"
MyCuz: "How much are we talking about here?"
O.G.: "A GIANT VAT."
Jenn: "You won't make any friends on the plane, I tell you what."

It's going to be a long 5 hours.

(Don't get me wrong. I love my grandmother. In fact she did me a huge favor and drove to come pick me up when I was stranded this morning. But still. STILL. You get me.)
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