More fond memories of Vegas............
When the plane landed at our final destination. Venus collects up all the mags I brought and tried to give them back to me. Well, I'm carrying her Oreos, 2 liters of cran juice and a fifth of Vodka (plus a whole other shit load of stuff). My bag is a little heavy, can you carry the mags Venus? The little BRAT has the nerve to say No. I give her my best "don't fuck with mom face" and the little shit continues to defy me. She's feeling rather sassy and tosses the mags on to my seat (I'm standing in the isle waiting to de board). By now every eye in that cabin is upon us............Lili is cracking up and egging her on. So I open my little black bag of goodies and pull out her Oreos. I hold them in my hand and tell her "pick up the mags or else!". Horror passes over Venus' lovely face. "You wouldn't!" she cries as I threaten to crush the Oreos in my hand. "I thinks she is serious" Lili pipes in. Now I know for a fact that every eye is upon us, we haven't been quiet at all during the 1 hour flight. I crush one Oreo.......Venus picks up the mags and pouts. Don't fuck with Maeve.
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