Hooooeeee

It's been an... "interesting" week+ to say the least. Since I last wrote (aside from Meme Monday), we have:

• gone to my parents' for dinner to celebrate my sister's 21st birthday
• ran around like chickens with our heads cut off trying to complete errands on the Saturday
• drove across the Canadian/US border without passports with NO PROBLEMS *gasp*
• found our (nice) hotel only to discover that the bed was lumpy, old, and so soft we both had trouble sleeping and woke up feeling like 90-year olds
• braved a torrential downpour to go to The Big, Huge Mall, only to find that you Americans take your holidays *much* more seriously than us Canadians -- Sears and Old Country Buffet were the only things open in a mall with elebinty stores on Easter Sunday
• discovered that the complimentary airport shuttle service included with our "stay & park" package only ran from 8am to 10pm (our outbound flight was at 9:45am (meaning we were *supposed* to be at the airport by 7:45), and our return flight was scheduled to arrive at 10:30pm)
• landed in Vegas to discover that Allegiant Air had lost our second luggage lock, the second of three
• as a bonus, they also snapped our brand new luggage tag in half
• Chebbar's poor sinuses went haywire the second we touched down in Vegas, resulting in some crazy-ass unmanageable (even with $36 worth of pharmaceutical products) post-nasal drip
• this resulted in him not being able to breathe through his nose, which meant the CPAP machine was useless, which means neither of us got much sleep, which means we were both fracking cranky
  
• somehow I blocked from my memory that it would take 3.7 years to check in to the hotel
• after trudging along the strip for approximately 47 hours in (2.5" platform) flip flops the first day we were there, I managed to give myself both a blister and plantar fasciitis (aka "flip-flop disease" -- HA! no shit, Sherlock) and was in pain for the remainder of our trip (well, except for the periods when my foot was resting on two pillows being smothered by an ice pack)
• we (read: me) were !@#$^%%& suckered into one of those !@#$^&*@$ time-share BS sessions for a "romance package" of crap
• however, we were able to get our deposit back when we (read: I) changed our minds
• Chebbar swore he'd never fly again
• his left ear didn't pop for a day and a half after landing at home
• I got a new job
• I gave my notice
• I was asked three times what Current Company could do to change my mind
• I turned 31
• a family member was sentenced to 75 days incarceration for a stupid, stupid stunt
• another family member took out his/her stress on me, ranting about how I treat the aforementioned family member different, and how I can't hold said family member's actions against him/her for the rest of his/her life (on my birthday, no less)
• Chebbar stayed home from work in order to provide "back up" while accompanying me to my birthday dinner with the ranty family member (I wouldn't have gone alone)
  
• I got four hours sleep last night and got up to a screaming bitch of a sinus headache

But guess what? It's Hump Day. That means the weekend is almost here. Thank Jeebus. (Aside from me beating myself up for "ruining" our trip, we had a great time in Vegas and Chebbar is looking forward to going back for Mom's 50th in two years (even if he says he's gonna drive (even if I tell him I'll meet him there)).)