The Fourth

I hope you all had a safe and sound Fourth of July. And that you celebrated our independence and said your prayers of thanks for those who have made it possible. I also hope that you consumed plenty of burgers, lemonade, and tongue-staining cupcakes on my behalf. We spent our Fourth in downtown Las Vegas. Which is officially not my favorite place in the world. I was actually thankful that I wore heals because I feel somehow that they may have saved my feet from contact with the bajillions of germs that I just know were hanging around amidst empty bottles just waiting to jump on me. I also have a phobia of crowds. I don't know what it's called and I'm too lazy to google it right now. Fortunately we made it back to our hotel, smelling like a dive bar, but safe. And terribly thankful for the clean resort in which we are staying. Even if everything here does cost two arms and a leg. It didn't feel very fourth of july-ish here.

In other news, I bought some rad mint polish yesterday and painted my fourth nails, which promptly got smeared.

These shoes are lifesavers. What was I thinking packing so many heels?

Our toilet paper rolls in the hotel are labeled "the tp." I took a picture so you'd believe me. Likewise everything in our hotel has "the" preceding it. For instance: the store, the cafe, the bar, etc.
Ok, we'll chat later. I feel a nap coming on because I have declared that I am NOT going outdoors as long as it's daylight. We are back to hot desert here.

Love, Ramsey