12 weeks and JACKPOT

This past weekend we met up with a bunch of friends and headed to beautiful Jackpot, Nevada... beautiful as in shit hole, that is. This little trip was in celebration of Bobert's birthday and a good excuse for all of us to get together, not say the "F" word, and enjoy some second hand smoke! But seriously, the hotel and casino we stayed at did not ALLOW the F-bomb. 3 strikes and they'd literally kick you out...for real?!?! I have to admit it was pretty damn funny to watch (soberly) as the boys got drunker and drunker try to control their language. And even better? Watching them get yelled at by the dealers for letting one slip, apologizing and slouching down in their seats like they were 5 year olds being punished by their fathers. Although I was 100% sober, it snowed and I think my child is going to come out smelling like an ashtray, we had a great time with our friends and it was definitely a fun trip.

The two sobers...Leeann, by choice. Me, not so much...

Jake literally had 5, fully loaded 

plates of crab legs at the buffet.

As did Dub. Oh and fun little fact you 

would never know if I didn't tell you: 

that green shirt he's wearing has a 

picture of himself on the front.

The Megans following around the

cocktail waitresses and then sitting 

at down the nearest slot machine, all for

a free drink...little did they know, cocktails

were a whole 2 dollars at the bar, 20 feet away.

Snow, heels and no jackets. Well, of course!

1 of 8 pictures we attempted in the car until it was perfect.

No Drysdale, your face doesn't look like that in real life.

Right after we took this picture, we got in trouble

by casino security. Apparently picture taking 

is also banned in casinos. Whatever.

 Pretty good impersonations of a scary wood 

carving restaurant butler greeter huh?

Apparently this is the ONLY picture I got with

Bobert in it on his own birthday weekend. 

Sorry Bob, Happy Birthday!

Baby T a.k.a. "The Peach" also made the trip.