Want To Breakfast At Casino Honey

I could not stop playing four casino Quartermania machines in Vegas. Totally exasperated with me was my sixteen-year-old daughter, Mavis. At two a.m. I was dancing between them singing a song I made up. When others approached, I gave a stink eye and shook my coin cup. Mom, I am leaving! She finally said at a quarter until three. That was fine, okay, I threw her my car keys. Quite all right by me. I was up in the win zone; I had made a hundred dollars or more. I was down to one quarter by ten minutes to four. I looked at that danged quarter, debating about what to do. I had not had wheels to return home since about three twenty-two. Decided on the phone call, but I was reluctant. I called husband Cleo. I used a most charming voice, "Honey, want to have breakfast at Rio?”