VEGAS BABY VEGAS!! (First stop Petsmart)

That's right...Petsmart...it's where the pets...fart? Seriously, what is Petsmart's tagline?

I realize that if some of you were to replicate our road trip, you might have immediately driven your RV's up to the valet at the Belaggio, tossed him the keys and said,
"Let me know what kind of a marker the bank will give me for this." Followed by a, "Me and the lady will be at the craps table where she'll be blowing on my dice!"

However your colorful scenario while both humorous and bawdy is severly flawed since,
A) You know nothing about what kind of overhead clearance you get at the Belaggio as it's far below the requirements of the height of a 30 foot RV
B) "Me and the lady..." is just bad grammar.
C) You don't have two cats traveling with you and realized in the middle of the night at a campground in Barstow that while the rental company said they thoroughly cleaned this vehicle before you rented it...there still might exist the threat of fleas, mites and other creepy crawlies that like to dine on feline flesh.


For the purposes of this post, I'm going to focus on "C," since that's the point of the Vegas pit stop at Petsmart. Since Michelle and I had exactly that moment of realization, we figured we'd play it safe and pick up the kitties some Advantage from the vet to kill any vermin who might have hitched a ride on them.

In addition, if there were any bugs lurking in the upholstry of the RV the cool thing about Advantage is that it basically turns your pets into walking exterminators for the next week or so. Literally, any fleas or ticks and such that jump onto your pet will die. So it's a handy way cleaning house. True story.

So anyways, that was the start of our hot ass adventure in Vegas. I'll post more later when a good looking billionaire offers Michelle a million dollars to spend one night with me. Will she take this indecent proposal?? Stay tuned!