...Oh that Vegas

On Tuesday Brian only had to work half a day because it was a Greek holiday which his boss celebrates. I currently only work part time, so we planned to take the dogs up to Red Rock for the afternoon. We stopped at home first to eat some lunch. We were in the house for only a half hour when Brian went outside with one of the dogs and found that his car had been broken in to. They busted out the window and stole his GPS. It is true that Brian should not have left his GPS in the car, but sometimes you just forget. We don’t really care about the GPS, but instead of enjoying Red Rock we vacuumed out a car full of glass and had to drive all the way up to North Las Vegas to get the window fixed. They were the only place we could find that would fix the window that day and for a decent price. It was a long drive which got me thinking about all the crappy things that have happened to us since we moved to Vegas. Brian’s old car (an RX-7) got it’s window busted out, but luckily nothing was stolen. We had poop smeared all over our front door. Our apartment got broken in to with us inside; they kicked down the door while threatening us. My car had its tire slashed. Brian’s debit card number was stolen. And this doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with crime, but it does have to do with a growing city, he has had about 10 flat tires in the last year. I told Brian that his work is going to stop believing us soon, because it sounds so outrageous. You are probably thinking that someone must hate us, but they are all separate, unrelated incidences.

Anyways, enough of the negative ranting. Here is a cute picture of our puppies cuddling up for bed.

~Nicole