What Happens in Vegas, Instagrams in Vegas

I got a letter from the US Postal Service the other day. It said I was a prime candidate to participate in a program that measured the consistency of the mail service. All I had to do was look for the three to six pieces of mail they would send me a week. Once I got the letters I was to log onto to their OH SO EASY website and report the receipt of each one. My compensation would be a sheet of free stamps. Every other month.

And I seriously considered it.

Happily, I decided to take the road less senior citizen, threw the letter away and followed my mom down to her national ballroom dance competition in Las Vegas. (Yes, my idea of less senior citizen is a dance competition. So sue me.) My sister and I drove down with her yesterday and only got into one heated discussion about the whether clothes should match. (They shouldn't.) And now today, after a breakfast of croissants and chocolate, I get to go watch my mom get her dance on. There will be sambas. There will be fabulous men in tight pants. There will be glitter. Ever seen Strictly Ballroom? I am going to be freaking living that hot mess.

And.I.Cannot.Wait.

Riley is home alone with the kids until I get home on Sunday. Yes, I will be without children for the next three days.

And.I.Cannot.Wait.

So check out my instagram @meg_in_progress (or here!) and follow me on this journey of bright lights and momentary childlessness. I promise to make as big of fool of myself as is humanly possible.

And.I.Cannot.Wait.