Kimmar, sending your son prayers and pixie dust for his internship application!
Tomorrow, we're on our way to WDW for a week of pretending we're not adults. If anyone is down there and wants to meet up, PM me.
I need a week of not being an adult. Last week, a cousin who was like a sister died on Sunday and my step-grandmother who was the only grandmother I knew on my Dad's side died on Tuesday. I'm funeraled out after back to back funerals.
So if you're at WDW this coming week and spy a reubenesque (aka voluptuous) short woman with short red hair skipping around the parks, dancing in line, or singing, and a man with glasses and a red face who looks like he's embarrassed to be with her, stop and say hi. It's probably me and DH.
I told the rest of the family, who are staying behind at home due to work, that we're not accepting any phone calls, texts, e-mails, owls, or any other communications reporting deaths for the next week. Acceptable topics are adjusting the pool level, good news, and job promotions.