Yes, dear sweet peeps
.Id like to report that we managed to accomplish just one thing without drama. Tonight, giant golf ball: this was not the time or the place. Once inside we had another heated discussion as to what should be left in the
scooter. Actually, it was more like BIL yelling at MIL to just come on already. MIL had twisted her knee or something, so although she could normally walk some, today she was limited to a few steps
.or so she claimed. Lets see if I can explain this
.MIL doesnt necessarily want to be the center of attention. But, she does want her four boys (but mostly Sirius) to take care of her. Like she wants to be elderly before her time? Yet, if no one is around, and if there is something she wants to do, she does it. With me? So, here we are loading in this order: Me with Felony and Denise, Sirius with Mr. Clean and DS9, Grandpa and Grandma, BIL and Whiner, and MIL left to fend for herself. Ok, all hands were full except BIL
.BIL is very selfish and is very frustrated with his mother. The CM slowed the belt when he saw Grandma, so I assumed he would stop it once enough cars were loaded so that MIL could get on. Nope, still going, so MIL takes a step, there are no rails, and MIL almost does a face plant while trying to load! And who is expected to run to her side? Nuff said. All loaded and whiner whines all the way up and all the way down. Daaaad, I gotta go to the baathroooom. Once that was done, a quick waste removal time allotment (WRTA), it was time to high tail it to the Poly! Did I just say high tail it? We kindly inform BIL that he did not have time to find a smoking area, and that he could do so after we arrived at the restaurant. Now, off to the monorail. We did move quickly at this point because we had wheels under the turtles.