DLand - So Close, and Yet So Far

I almost went to Vegas next week. For work, no less. The first class tickets were on 24 hour hold. The seats for Mystère had been picked out and were on hold. I was researching the Circus Circus roller coaster. I was even considering postponing my new bed purchase so I could better finance my gambling habit. And in one email it all went away.The customer has decided to wait til August for their install, which means we don't have to make an emergency trip, which means no bright lights in the desert for me. At least not this month. Le Sigh. Bossman and I are sulking mightily. I did find out that I have enough system upgrades and miles, though, to send me and one lucky guest first class somewhere. Actually, I'm about 3000 miles shy. So now, need to find a random flight to take to get enough miles for the free flight. I can justify anything. So now we're consoling ourselves with plans of going back to Atlantic City soon. I got a letter in the mail offering me free stuff and cash. These people are wicked, I tell you. The only thing that really bugged me, though, was the envelope and the letterhead had two blue-haired old women on it laughing and gambling. This was my first clue this was something from Atlantic City and not Vegas. Vegas would have half-naked women on its letterhead. I want to keep company with dancing girls and not bridge club ladies. Ah, well. I have to take what I can get.

DLand - Mmm, Swedish Foam

Yesterday, I went by Mr. Mattress to shop for a new bed. I don't make up the store's name, folks, I just shop there. Specifically, I was looking for a new soft-side waterbed. We had a whirlwind tour of about eight different mattresses all with varying layers and pads and of course I picked the most expensive one there. He'll be installing it in two weeks.While I was there, the phone rang. Mr. Mattress started talking to this guy and eventually pawned him off on his wife to get the help he needed. Apparently he needed to know how to fill the tubes in his waterbed. After a few minutes his wife called back and asked how many tubes are typical in a double bed mattress. Mr. Mattress said usually eight or ten. She said he had six. Hmm. Okay, whatever. She continued talking to the guy on the phone while I flopped on all the mattresses desperately trying to not flash Mr. Mattress in my short skirt. Mrs. Mattress came back after hanging up and said that he had cut a giant hole in his standard mattress and was trying to convert it to a waterbed by stuffing tubes in it. He could only fit six in the mattress. Mr. Mattress' only comment was, “well, he did say he was from South Carolina.” Now just to find a headboard for this new mattress so I won't ever have to move this monster ever ever ever again. Mmm, two inches of Swedish foam and a cashmere cover. I can't wait.

DLand - Have You Seen My Keys?

So I couldn't find my keys this morning. Ha ha, stupid Genie. Yes, I know. But get this...I hunt all over the house at 7:35am trying to find them. I remember having them to get inside last night. I look on the kitchen counter, the computer table, the bed, the sink, the basket my purse sits in, the box next to the basket my purse sits in. Nowhere to be seen. Then I stop and think for a second. I open the front door and LOOK - there are my keys STILL IN THE FRONT DOOR. Genie = biggest dork ever. Luckily my PLEASE ROB ME sign is still in storage and not lit up at the front window. Sigh. Maybe I need a shoe string necklace to tie my keys on so I won't get locked out.