the mister asked me to go to vegas this weekend for a last minute road trip to celebrate his new job (more on that this week!). i thought it was an amazing idea because we both wanted to relax and do something fun.
we we drove left LA around 2p, and everything was going pretty good until 2a when i got severely sick. i'm sure you're thinking alcohol, but unfortunately i hadn't even gotten that far yet! now i can't seem to eat or drink anything without being miserable. talk about horrible timing. :(
i managed to get out of bed earlier so we could visit the shark reef at mandalay bay, but immediately after i was sick again. sooo here i am in vegas supposed to be going out, and instead i'm sad and sick curled up in bed.
thankfully i have an understanding husband, and even though i know he'd prefer to be gambling, instead he's in the room taking care of me.
p.s. last time i stayed at mandalay bay (almost 2 years ago on the dot), i got so sick i ended up in the vegas ER. sooo i am thinking i might be allergic to this place.