Hunger knows not of tired.
He didn't need the night feeding by then. He was just being a jerk.
See, now with that “thunk” sound the vehicle is just mocking you here.
‘Cause it’s fairly obvious, that had you actually “thunk” about what you were doing…
you wouldn’t have kept slamming the hatch at this point
Thinking is what usually gets me into trouble in the first place.
Remember folks, you head it here first.
I think we've all reached the same conclusion by this point.
That counts as a valid save.
Not quite a Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card, but there was some redemption here.
A new video camera made for a nice Christmas present, too.
Show of hands…
Who here dose not suffer from this malady?
Ummmm… I'm pretty much counting a great big goose egg on that one.
It's an epidemic around here!
Not a cure, but an excellent way to mask the symptoms at least.
I don't know of a cure. Treating the symptoms is all we can do.
Mmmmmmmmm…
Beignets = yummmmmm…
(less powdered sugar is better than the kilo that y’all ended up with, but that’s just my preference)
I'm not too picky when it comes to fried dough and sugar.
And no good will come of that.
Except for these photos.
Good plan.
Resort hopping also helps to mask the symptoms of DDP-syndrome fairly consistently.
But then again, it also just give's you a glimpse of other fabulous places and drives the desire to return and spend more money. So in the long run, this particular curative may not be in any of our best interests (but that won't stop me none).
I don't think any Disney trips are ever in our best financial interest. They sure are fun, though.
Another good plan.
Let me know if you actually figure out how to pull off one or both of those things.
There are plenty of folks that will pay big bucks to know the secret behind either one of them.
And since families are generally military dictatorships ruled by a two person junta…
You have a decent shot at enforcing that edict (just watch out for the potential coup d'état).
I can just give Scotty a bank statement when he starts wondering why we can't afford college. It'll be there in black and white.
There are much worse ways to go.
Well, if Scotty’s not going, then I don’t see much of a problem here either.
I think we'll just have to pick our favorite kid as the one to receive higher education.
I would say that’s pretty cool, but it seems to me that whenever you buy any type of sporting related garment or paraphernalia, the person or entity depicted tends to either get traded or sold off. I’d rather not hear that all of Disney was sold off and shut down because Mark bought one of their ball caps.
I'm not doing this on purpose!
Finally got the shot!
“Good shootin’ there Tex…”
Better late than never!
Trust your research. I’ve relearned that one a couple times as well.
It's tough to have to keep re-learning that one.
It’s amazing what counts for hysterical when one is “punchy”.
Some of our family’s best inside jokes come from similar conditions while traveling.
Try to tell someone else about it and you get blank stares.
Recount it at the dinner table though…
We still shout "Rancho Cucamonga!" just for fun.
Nope…
Haven’t the foggiest.
Well, you see, there was bacon.
I think there’s a Manlaw buried in there somewhere.
If not, it ought to be.
Sounds good to me.
Not bad at all.
I’d have done something very similar (give or take maybe an item or two) if given the opportunity
I might have gone with bbq sauce. I didn't really taste any bacon in the bacon ketchup. You could also have added this:
I live in SC… between the Chanticleers and Gamecocks, I get the distinction.
But then again, our household now roots for Catamounts
As I understand it, being a fan of the Hokies would be worse.
Although that's almost where I ended up going to school.
One of my favorites as mascots go.
The story I’ve heard is that the students actually voted for that one as a protest against all the other mascots form all the other schools that they were never gonn’a beat at any sport but who could never compete with their prowess in either cutting edge research or surfing acumen.
Can’t prove it… like the story…
It's too good of a story to bother fact-checking.
First the vehicle mocks you…
Now it’s nature herself.
Happens all the time.
Now that there is what we call: tuckered.
I'm surprised I lasted that long, to be honest.
Nope, haven’t heard of the establishment, but the specialty does sound intriguing.
Mmmm...deep-fried mashed potatoes.
Has anyone ever truly had enough?
Not around these parts.
“My father worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay.
It was his true medium. A master.”
Between the error itself and the actions of the bus driver, had I been in your place here...
I don’t see that I’d have been able to keep those thoughts unuttered.
"Oh....ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuudge."
I've had a lot of practice at public workshops over the years.
Yep… “fessing up“ would have been the worst part of it.
Hey, I was disappointed too.
Now even your youngest is mocking you.
Oh wait…
I believe he’s been doing that pretty much the whole trip.
He'll have to get in line.
And what a fabulous expedition it was.
Thanks for letting us travel along.
Thanks for re-living it with me!
Only on Disney vacations though. My own personal alarm and i'm A-OK with that!
Oh my gosh. What a freakin' day.
That's certainly something to celebrate!!
Oh no! I'm so sorry, especially since you don't have a smartphone to take video on.
