How a Husband Can Avoid Being Murdered by His Wife

Whew! Here it is Tuesday already. The last few days have been loaded. Mark's brother and future wife came to visit. We had a great time getting to know her better. They will be getting married in Las Vegas in October. Las Vegas (long, silent pause...blank look on my face). We will be taking Divina to Las Vegas...on the airplane...and we will stay in a hotel for three/four days. Can't wait (said with much sarcasim). However, it will be a great time to, once again, ride on the coat tails of a wedding. At these gatherings we get to cram in just about every relative possible. A crash course on the sourse of our insanity, then free to return to our peaceful, orderly home. Currently, I'm spending much time researching concierge service for toddlers. Yes, there is such a thing. Silly, Mark thinks we are just going to stay where ever the best rate is. Oh no, no, no...we are staying where they will child proof the room for us, have a crib ready, and a high chair, and a stroller, and snacks, and a welcome smile for us when we arrive with our little hurricane of energy. Some of these hotels even have play areas with toys! The fantasic Madame Fortune has shown me that if I and at least 20 passersby are to leave this weekend alive, there will have to be consessions. There will be concierge.