And I ain't bluffin'!

Last week that handsome guy who pays the rent and I were invited to attend a retirement party on Saturday night at a Casino a short drive away.

All I heard was Casino and I was in.

I realized I only had 2 days to get my slot machine lever pulling arm in shape. Oh, I kid. Everyone knows you don't pull those things anymore it's all button pushing now. So I practiced finger exercises instead.

I was so caught up in mentally preparing for delight that is penny slots, that I forgot that we would have to sit through a retirement party for a good couple hours before even stepping foot on that hideous casino carpet. I'm afraid the Indians could use a few interior decorating skills when it comes to flooring options. Maybe they were more concerned with making sure they'd placed enough 'jackpot party' penny slots around the floor for us to choose from. Ah, bless their hearts. At least they had their priorities right.

After a DELISH dinner and even more fabulous I'm-going-to-hell-for-eating-this pie, John felt he had finally squelched my anticipatory squeals long enough and unchained me from the table in our meeting room where I was then allowed to roam free amongst the pushy chain-smoking elderlys who seem to think it's ok to take up the machine they are sitting in front of AND the machine next to them. I so wanted to tattle on them.

Johnny and I each pushed $5 into our machines and giggled with delight as we pushed buttons and watched the slots roll. Oh wait, maybe it was just me giggling. He was the one shaking his head and laughing. Yes, I'm THAT lame.

3 1/2 hours later, we managed to play on that same $5! Oh yes my friends, we know how to roll.
In fact, I'm pretty sure we walked away $1 and some change up from what we started with.

I know, high rollers.

Between the 89,000 Diet Pepsi's I sucked down (evidently the Indians aren't too keen on the whole Diet Coke idea...) but between my liquid diet and the hazy smoke-filled casino floor, I'm pretty sure this child #2 of ours is going to come out slightly retarded.

It's ok, she'll fit right in with the rest of us. :)