Liberace gerbils look like joshua trees

last month, my eldest gerbil, Gloria, passed away. She was a fan of chocolate, although knowing it could kill her, still indulged on my Mr. Goodbar she found. Although the Mr. Goodbar wasn't what led to her untimely demise, she did have some tumors.

Anyways, we decided to head on back to land of Elvis to purchase yet another, gerbil. Besides, the Colonel was waiting...


The Mojave hasn't always been the best hostess, but she sure is a sight to see...




The Joshua trees are my personal favorite



More Mountains...




Yup...




We finally reach one of my favorite spots on the way to Vegas; Baker, California. It's the gateway to Death Valley, and pretty much the only spot that has gas and food for quite some time. Baker has the largest thermometer out of alot of people, it's always fun to check how ungodly hot it is out.




And another fav of mine, the Mad Greek! I don't think I took any pictures of the actual building, but I figured this was good enough.




Closer...



Well, fortunately for us, we were not headed to Salt Lake City.



My ears were KILLING me.



Alright! We finally made it inside the state of Nevada! The casinos that welcome you across are pretty nifty.



Once we got into Vegas, we went straight to the place that the Colonel is from: Pet Kingdom USA. This place has kinkajoos, sugar gliders, MONKEYS, lizards and lots of other crazy things that might give you monkeypox.



Unfortunately, all the gerbils looked like Bartelby, so we went over to Petsmart, to find a gerb. (Note: I would've been fine with another grey gerb.) We found a black one, sort of resembled the Lord Gilmore. But she was under a lot of stress, from being alone, and the way that she was handled, we decided to take her under our wing.

Before we left, I knew we had to tend to one more matter:



The Hooka smoke shop? No, the Liberace museum!!



In all her glory...



We didn't get to go in, she was closed...




So welcoming...



After all that excitement, we decided to head back to L.A.



Vegas treated us well, but the new gerb was pumped to get into her new digs and leave her old life of abuse behind.



When we finally got home, that dang cat that I have been suspicious of left me a present:



I guess I should be thankful that someone was thinking of me.