Hi. My name is Abigail Cummings, but everybody calls me Abby. I'm 10 years old, and I'm visiting Las Vegas for the first time. I'm supposed to be relaxing on vacation, but my uncle, “Extra's” Carlos Diaz (he actually makes me put "Extra's" before his name whenever I say it or write it), has asked me to write his blog this week. Even though I have a feeling we're breaking some kind of child labor law, I have agreed to do so. (I mean, the guy did pay for my flight, and he is putting me up in his casita, so I figure it's the least I can do.)

My 8-year-old sister Ally and I flew in on a Wednesday from Indiana. Pat Sajak must be a big celebrity in Las Vegas because right when we got off the plane, I heard a big machine yelling "Wheel... Of... Fortune!” Uncle Carlos tells me that my sister and I are too young to play those games. But how hard can it be? You just sit there with a blank stare on your face and continuously tap a button that says "Spin.” Looks boring.