If you know Marlton Mom, you know that even though she spends the big bucks on the voluptuous pool noodles, she's dirt cheap with as much as she can get away with.
This means that the
noodle packing contraption involved a trip to the dollar store and the ever popular Duct tape!
You see I bought these laundry bags at the Dollar store thinking they would be useful to DH who is in charge of laundry (Stop drooling people, he wrecks EVERYTHING! For 2 years I was walking around with multiple pairs of shorts that had perfectly formed bleach polka dots all over the butt side!)
Anyhoo I opened the laundry bags when I got home and discovered that they were Dollar Store DUDS!!! (SHOCKER!!!!

) Not wanting to waste 2 whole dollars (Plus tax!!) it occurred to me that they would make a useful wrapping 'sheath' for my voluptuous pool noodles. The length was overlapping just enough so I taped the laundry bags together over the pool noodles and I applied my famous "brown paper shopping bag" label with the pertinent info.
Those 4 voluptuous pool noodles were so light I figured the Post Office would owe ME money to ship them, but alas they got me on a technicality.
Apparently the length and girth of said voluptuous pool noodles came into play and it wound up costing me $16 bucks to ship them to the BC on the slowest boat to China that the post office runs.
At night, when I'm fading from another exhausting day of being Marlton Mom, I dream of those pool noodles, trucking their way down I 95 in some broken down jalopy of a mail truck, getting closer, Closer, CLOSER to Storm Along Bay! I dream of how I'll float around the lazy river clinging to my one source of comfort, far, far away from my floating lounge chair and above ground pool at home. (I have the water return jet in my 18 foot round, above ground piece of heaven angled, so that when I float in the lounge chair, it spins me around for that perfect rotisserie tan!

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Like Tom Hanks in the movie Cast Away I'll make friends with my voluptuous, pastel colored, pool noodles, and perhaps even give them names, like Milson, Nilson, Bilson and Wilbur.... but then the evil children in my vacation party will come and try and steal my noodle friends from me!
Sure, I'll try and fight them off valiantly, but in the end I know I'll succumb to those crocodile tears and relinquish all but one. Tis the life of a mother.....
For months now a thought has been puzzling me. HOW WOULD I GET MY NOODLE FRIENDS BACK HOME AGAIN TO FROLIC IN MY ABOVE GROUND POOL AT HOME??? There is no easy way since there isn't really a post office that I can go to on Disney property that would handle 4 voluptuous pool noodles.
Reluctantly, it has occurred to me that my love affair with my Beach Club babies will be brief. Although it hurts me in my heart I must LEAVE them at the BC!!!!
Therein lies the dilemma. Once I depart WHO WILL CARE FOR THESE LOVELY, V O L U P T U O U S, LINGUINE-ESQUE POOL NOODLES???
Danny's Mom has gracefully volunteered to take these beasts of bliss off of my hands, but who shall get them after her??
Will I be up at night wondering if my babies will be beached in some dumpster, carelessly tossed aside for one of those Hurricaine Hannah Happy meal buckets?
No.
I think NOT!
Here's the deal. The last person to have them arranges for the next person to get them.
Simple huh? We have the list on the front of the BC/YC thread of people who will be down at the resort. Just pick somebody that will be there after you, arrange to pass them on and together we'll keep these pool noodles alive and frolicking in Storm Along Bay for generations to come!
Sound Good?
Ok so I'm going to pass them to Danny's Mom when I check out June 20th. Danny's Mom you need to figure out who you are going to pass them to.
Okie dokie everybody?
~ Marlton Mom