While The Cat Is Away....

Husband took the Estonians for a little jaunt to Utah as of Wednesday, to visit Zion & Bryce National Parks. Then, I'm meeting them in Vegas tonight for a weekend in Sin City. I had planned to make the National Parks leg of the trip, but we had dog care issues (we are unable to board our very neurotic Yorkie, or else he goes on a food & water strike, throws up and ends up dehydrated--ask me about that vet bill sometime). Our trusty dog watchers/good friends were not available until today, so I stayed back. How did I spend my free time? Well, I had a Real Housewives of New Jersey & DC Festival, of course! Now you know how very sophisticated I am. I don't indulge in that very often, but when I'm on my own, I can't help watching that train wreck.

On the band front, I have had a definite step-up in stuck episodes, which concerns me a bit, because while I am satiated after eating, it does not last until the next meal. I went to see my surgeon yesterday, for what I hoped to be my fourth fill, but after I told him of these episodes, I was DE-NIED. Doctor knows best, right? He said he has seen too many patients resort to bad-for-you sliders and gain weight when too tight, so he wants to give me a month to loosen up. Now I'm worried that I'll never find my [thus far elusive] sweet spot. He did offer to write me a prescription for an appetite suppressant to get me through this rough spell. Say what??? I took it, but don't know if I'll have it filled....

Anyway, I'm off to Vegas, Baby! The nerd that I am booked a non-gaming, non-smoking fancy hotel, but now the wild child in me is jonesing for a seedy, smoky, booze-laden casino-hotel. We'll see who wins out, and I'll report back. Until then....