My husband and I are at odds, he says I am a compulsive "casino pack rat"! According to him I am obsessed with anything casino related and I am not beyond "helping myself" to anything that I can get for free with a casino logo on it.
My husband almost went into seizures when I stole the menu at Hooters while in Vegas last week. My philosophy is, that's why they're made out of cheap paper, but he keeps telling me that I'm going to get caught (bty, what is the legal ramifications of stealing a menu?)! I also made him walk several miles in order to visit several casino bars to get free books of matches (he went to one corner of the bar and I went to the other corner in order to secure at least 2 books of matches). I wonder if the bartender ever though my husband had a neurological disorder, as he constantly rolled his eyes and looked upwards!
I can't pass any store that has a sign that says "99 cent specials". I have it all; banks, coffee mugs, T-shirts, etc. I recently bought a foldable suitcase covered with Vegas tapestry to store and transport dirty laundry while on our Vegas trips. Even though I showed my husband that the bag folds flat and has wheels on the bottom (I think it's cool!), he still thinks tacky plastic bags are good enough...sigh.
My husband has gone as far as "trying to save me from myself". Example: last week at our hotel, as we were leaving our room, in the hallway was the maid's cart loaded with towels, soaps and jackpot! - room service/hotel guides...all shiny and new..... Now, I will admit that I did break out into humming the theme song from Mission Impossible, but my husband (in an effort to "save me") immediately yelled, "Don't you even think about it!". This outburst brought the maid out of the room she was cleaning and BLEW MY COVER!!! I mean really, those guides are made out of cheap paper too! Is this really a problem?
The situation that made my husband loose his cool though was, as we were down on Fremont Street, there were banners hanging up that said "Las Vegas Welcomes Nascar". I tried my best to convince my husband that all we had to do was wait until the vendor carts closed down for the night, push one to the base of the pole and then my husband could then just hike my butt up onto the roof of the cart, whereas I could then reach the banner. Hey, I would put the vendor cart back where I found it!! Is this really a problem?
I knew I was in trouble, when my husband after hearing my "banner plan".....lured me back to our hotel room, then LOCKED me in the bathroom saying it was "for my own good!".
I think he's just being mean and an "old poop"....what do you think? Is there any help for us?
I have to go now, as I still have FOUR BAGS of Vegas momentos to unpack.

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Tammy Lynch