Vegas, Baby!

Today, my hubby and a couple of friends are off to Vegas for the weekend. I realize this is not the season to go, but I can't think of a better way to spread holiday cheer than spending a weekend in sin city (isn't this what Jesus intended?). Okay, so probably not, but then again, there's nothing quite like the sound of jingle bells - on slot machines.

It's a celebration of sorts. I've turned in "I Did (But I Wouldn't Now)" which will be coming to a book store near you at the end of April. Look for it there and online! Buy it early and often!

So my apologies, because you probably won't be hearing from me for awhile, and if I win big - at all, ever! Okay, just kidding. I wouldn't just abandon you like that. I promise. This is because a) I like you; b) I'm under contractual obligation to Simon and Schuster to finish out my teen lit books; and c) I almost never win at slots.

Anyway, if you happen to actually live in Vegas, I'll be the girl at the craps table shouting "Mama needs a new pair of Jimmy Choos!" I'll have that wild look in my eye reserved for alcoholics and people with gambing problems.

I'll be back next week, unless I bet my laptop on black (Did I mention that Mama needs a new pair of Jimmy Choos!?).