I could have made a run for it, but there were four people still inside who I actually like!

I went back in to find a scary yet familiar site. Serious Lee Askew, BIL, and two of my chillins' had trapped a poor CM. They had her backed into a corner. 'Ems was just a hootin an a hollerin' and squawkin about like a chicken wid its head cut off! I was witnessing CM stalking at its finest! I must say, she was hung.....with a freshly stocked lanyard packed with some high quality bling! BABY GOT BACK!!

Since we are a very loud family, can you just imagine the decibel level?
After some carefully negotiated trades, I quickly turned my attention back to the task of rounding up this group. It was like herding cats. Anyone remember that commercial? As soon as one person came out of the potty, someone else decided they needed to go. Come on people! Really, do I need to line everyone up like a group of pre-schoolers? Ok, boys and girls, it's time to go potty...we will all try. Honestly! After a good 45 minutes, we emerged from the CHH and I try to lead the pack to find the handicapped parade area. My excitement is returning, or I'm still a little pin high, but then I hear, "S'Late, wait a second." Oh fricking frackin, what is it now? Anyone? Bueller?
Yup, BIL had run off to smoke. Before I could put on a good display of public tail showing, he returned. Off to find the wheelchair area....the very full area....the I have never noticed how small the area is, area.... Needlesstosay, there just wasn't enough room. So, I let the group fill in the best they could, and I just plopped down and pouted. No hissy fit, no showing of the rumpus, just a good old fashioned pout!
Do you think the evening ends here? Could there possbily be anymore drama?
During my me time I had the opportunity to plan out my next move. As soon as the parade ended, I wanted to make a dash for front and center of the castle, which we did. I found a good spot in the road, and I just plopped down and refused to move. You gotta pee? Pee in your pants, I don't care. Not very magical I must say.

I was tired, cranky, and dog gone it, I didn't care if they liked me!

I believe that Serious ran off to get a drink. Can you guess what happened next? Who needed to go potty? Who wasn't around to take his child to the potty?? Anyone? Actually this time it was Daneice. I told her that she had two choices: to wait for her dad to return or get her grandmother to take her. I mean really, I had blisters that were starting, and I was tired, and I was not going to miss whatever it's called!
When BIL came back, he wouldn't take her.

I mead flat out refused. So what did she do? She started crying. So off they went, but it was a quick trip.
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