When last we met, Sally had just dragged me away from the most unbelievably HORRIFYING smell I have ever been subjected to...in Disneyworld. It was bad. VERY BAD.
I'm gagging right now thinking about it...that's how bad it was.
*ahem*
We made it to Minnie's front porch and Sally had declared it safe to breathe. She narrowed her eyes however, and looked around for Stitch. Bad smells seemed to be his "thing".
Sally has quite a little sniffer on her...she's got the nose of a scent hound. I can always tell when Sally has caught a whiff of something she doesn't like. Her little nose will start to twitch like an easter bunny's nose. Her eyes shift from side to side, she's unnaturally still and I swear her ears are perked. It's actually quite adorable and funny...it would be more funny if I wasn't well aware that with the bunny nose sniff comes the complaint of the something funny smell and until said smell is identified and a time frame for its dissipation is given, we are going to hear about it...a lot.
"MissCammie...I can still smell Stitch burps on my shirt. I can smell it. It's REVOLTING...It's in my nose. It's yuck. MissCammie, I can SMELL chili burps. It's disgusting..."
"Hey Sally...is it gross?"
a walking thesaurus is our Sally.
"Okay kiddo, I get the point, we will get you a different shirt ASAP. Let's go through Minnie's house first...see if she's in there...see if she's got some good Southern manners and offers cold diet cokes to dear friends..."
Unfortunately there would be no leisurely stroll through Minnie's house. There were roughly 84,000 people walking at a snails pace through each room...every second person had a to get 20 different shots of "sitting on Minnie's COUCH!" and "Sewing on the SEWING MACHINE!!" and "Pretending to grab something out of Minnie's FRIDGE"...Now I get wanting those darling money shots of your kids at Disneyworld...I do...but SERIOUSLY...when there are THAT many people in one place...wouldn't common courtesy call for two pics at the most before moving on? Apparently not. Either way, it is NOT fun to wait in a line that long...in a place that is saturated with human body smell...when there is no ride to be had. Nope. Not so much.
I was about to explain the insanity of going into Minnie's house when it was so full of...guests, when Jay and Teddy joined us on the porch.
I very sweetly announced that Sally should show Daddy Minnie's house while MissCammie goes to powder her nose!
Before anyone could say boo, I blew kisses and was off that porch like a shot!! I have a teensy bit of the claustrophobia thing going on...and put in a situation as packed as Minnie's house, I couldn't promise that I would not start screaming and banging my head to get people to move out of my way!
which totally works...
*ahem*
Although I have found that it is better to not reveal one's insanity while on vacation. Really. You can take that bit of advice to the bank!
I didn't really have to powder my nose. I just wanted to get the heck out of there. I was NOT about to wander back towards the smell of DEATH either. I took a picture of Minnie's house to legitimize my not being IN the house. See!
Do y'all SEE the 84,000 people going in to that teeny house?! I was NOT playing! I tried to wait for people to get the heck out of the way of my shot...but as y'all can see...that was not in the cards!
After taking my picture, I wandered into the blessedly air conditioned GINORMOUS dump shop next to the Mouse Houses.
I like gigantic "gift" shops. I like to browse. I'm a browser. I'm not a big fan of window shopping mind you. I like to be able to touch stuff. Pick it up. LOOK at it. And I will FOREVER get a thrill from the fact that since I am the BOSS of my OWN SELF I can touch whatever I want. SO THERE! Jay laughs at me whenever we are in stores...particularly toy stores at Christmas. I have to pet and pat every fuzzy stuffed animal we pass. I have also been known to find a lovey I particularly like and carry it around with me until we leave the store.
Can anyone tell that the manners shackles of my youth were rather tight? Yeah...they were...I still have marks.
*ahem*
So I browsed. And I picked stuff up. And I shook stuff. And I cuddled cute Minnie Mouses...or is it Minnie Mice... who were wearing hoodies and backpacks. I was having a BLAST. I was air conditioned, there was plenty of space around me and no one was saying "C'mereLOOKc'merec'merec'mereLOOKITc'mere" to me. Sometimes a girl needs a teensy break.
I don't think I realized I NEEDED a break until I had one. Does that ever happen to anyone else?
Thankfully there weren't even any screaming obnoxious, overindulged little HOOLIGANS running around the store.

My idea of heaven!!
After nearly 30 minutes I was starting to get a little worried that Jay and the kids had been sucked into a black hole...or trampled by Minnie's house guests. But I needn't have worried. I was suddenly surrounded by the munchkins and my Jay. Those little critters have internal GPS systems aimed at me. They can find me in any crowd.
Jay said the place was packed and Minnie wasn't even there, and Mickey wasn't at his house either!
Then Teddy announced that "Maybe Mickey and Minnie are in the SHOWER...TOGETHER!!!"
I didn't even WANT to know where on EARTH he got an idea like that...but it sure as shootin wasn't from OUR house.
Before he could go on with his theory Sally slapped him with an eye roll and said
"Teddy, they are having a ROMANTIC lunch together because they are HUNGRY."
naturally.
*ahem*
Okay...Sally was ready to get down to business. Her shirt was bugging her to beat the band. She wanted OUT of it and she wanted out of it NOW. Please.
So we looked. At 84,000 shirts...
Sally is not a girl who does well with THAT many choices. She gets VERY overwhelmed and hems and haws until I nearly scream. So after about 15 minutes of flitting from shirt to shirt I gave her a 5 minute countdown.
She gave me a sideways look to see if I was serious.
I was.
So Sally says to me "MissCammie, I really want a tank top. It's hot and sweaty with sleeves. So can I get a tank top?"
yep. find a tank top...in the next five minutes.
I looked around too so as to speed up the process...I found a cute little red tank. It had minnie polka dots on it.
"What about this one Sal? It's cute..."
she gave it a critical look.
"Yes...it's cute...for a mouse..."
I slapped her with an eyebrow arch and told her to shake a tail feather. If we didn't find a tank top ASAP she was going to have to smell like Stitch burps for the rest of the day or go shirtless.
It just so happened that Teddy heard this last part and felt compelled to announce:
"Then we could see her CHI-CHI's!!!"
WHAT is going on with this child?! He's acting like...a MAN! And where on earth did he hear that term?!
Sally rolled her eyes again and told Teddy that she doesn't even HAVE any chi-chi's and to quit being so disgusting all the time.
I had to slap Jay around a little with a look b/c he was LAUGHING instead of correcting his young son's objectification of women.
*ahem*
I smacked Teddy with an eyebrow arch and told him he was dangerously close to a timeout for making inappropriate comments.
Teddy knew what I meant. He demonstrated his knowledge of what I meant by "zipping his mouth"...and throwing away the key...all while those little eyes of his twinkled and laughed.
Cheeky little monkey.
Jay took Teddy off to make mischief out of my earshot.
good choice.
Sally and I went back to the tank top hunt. We were not having a lot of luck finding tank tops.
Sally gave a big sigh and said
"MissCammie...isn't there even any FASHION at Disneyworld?"
We finally found it in the form of a pink tank top with sequins down both sides. It said something about being a Princess.
I held up the very pink, flashy tank top for Sally's approval.
she gave it a royal once over and then nodded and said "It'll do."
so we paid for the outrageously overpriced shirt and got the heck out of there...but not before the kids spied the penny smashers and had to smash two pennies apiece. This smashing machine was fun b/c it had a crank on it and the kids got to crank away by their "ownselves".
Once pennies were smashed and stowed away in their respective smashed penny albums, we headed out into the heat. I was a little wary of going back towards the bathrooms and the smell of DEATH. Sally wasn't feeling public bathrooms either. But we had a problem b/c Sally wanted to change into her tank but she wasn't going to take her shirt off in public...as we had actually seen several children do.
What to do?!
I directed everyone to an "out of the way" place. I told Sally to take her arms out of the shirt she was wearing. Then I put the tank OVER that shirt. Then Jay held the tank down while I pulled her tee off her head. Then she stuck her arms into the armholes in her tank and oogity-boogity...we're changed and nobody had to get nekkid in public!!!
Teddy gave Sally a big sniff and told her that she didn't smell like Burps anymore!!!
Sally responded with "YUCK Teddy, don't SNIFF people. It's RUDE!"
With everyone in their new shirts free of burp smell, we were ready to hit the road. The kiddos climbed into the kid transporter. We decided to head towards fantasyland again...just so we could decide what to do while we strolled. Sally gave me a warning when her scent hound nose got the first whiffs of the grossest smell Disney has ever produced. I abandoned all dignity and ran out of toon town with Sally at my side. Jay was laughing so hard he actually produced tears of MIRTH.
Sally and I found nothing funny about the smell of death and our attempts to avoid breathing it in. When Jay and Teddy reached us, they were both still laughing.
Sally does not like to be laughed at. At all. So she gave Teddy a look and said "It's not OUR fault that we aren't GROSS like boys who think poots and burps are funny. And it's NOT MissCammie's fault that she throws up easy because of gross smells...So you should just be laughing at your OWN SELF. Because our noses have MANNERS! Right MissCammie?"
Yes Sally...noses of royalty have we...and touchy gag reflexes...
Sally managed to be very huffy and superior as she climbed back into the kid transporter.
Now that we were free of the smell of death, we decided to stroll a bit...Strolling is nice when it's not a million degrees. Which it was...We had made a rule before we got to Disneyworld about not saying "It's HOT" 50 times a day becuase...y'know...duh...and since there is no point in fussing about something we can't change...don't. We started every morning by counting to three and saying "It's HOT!" all together...just to get it out of the way.
But Teddy and Sally aren't dummies...they know how to get around "rules"...and like most people, they tend to fuss when they are uncomfortable. So there was a lot of "It feels like a shower outside"..."It's steamy..."..."it's sweaty..." coming from the kid transporter.
so much so that I had to amend the "It's hot" rule to any variation of the word hot...b/c WE KNOW...we know you are hot. We are hot too...and sweaty...and grouchy and everything else that comes along with being in Florida in August. It's miserable...but we're at Disney...where lots of other people WISH they were...and we'd be hot and sweaty at home too...just without Mickey and Minnie and Donald and Daisy and Dole Whips...so ZIP IT.
*ahem*
Just as the children were about to expire from heat exhaustion we happened upon Ariel's grotto...fountain thingie.
Teddy was delighted!
"Look MIssCammie!!! SPITTING GROUND!!!"
"Teddy...gross...it's not spit. It's WATER and it's BEAUTIFUL. Stop being so gross...all the time...if you can even HELP IT..."
so after a quick conference, Jay and I decided to let the children run and frolic about in the spitting fountains while I sat and "supervised"...and Jay ran and got diet coke and water and other cold beverage-y type things. Jay is a gentleman. He fetches and carries and dotes on and spoils us rotten.
We love him.
Disney was lovely enough to have a nice long bench right in front of the fountain area so that tired step moms could sit in the shade and watch. THANK GOODNESS. I don't know about y'all, but the heat takes the get up and go right outta me!!!
Sally and Teddy were having a blast. They jumped and splashed...and got wet...which I reminded them was a cause if discomfort earlier in the day and there would NOT be any more new t-shirts and there had better not be any stretched out necklines...TEDDY...y'all got me?
"yep...gotcha!"
Jay arrived shortly after with a diet coke, two bottles of water and a big slushy blue...drink...which looked suspiciously like a drink we'd had on a cruise once...which resulted in some very bad karaoke from Jay and a massive...headache...from me...the next day. My head hurts just thinking about it...it was that bad...
*ahem*
I assumed it was non alcoholic however, as he offered it to the children...or he was trying to knock them out...
whatever works...
Then Jay and I sat awhile...and held hands and chitty chatted about the day, and our honeymoon last year...and if we were hungry or not...and about Wishes that night...and we watched the kids jump and run and get wet and have fun...
it was one of those "moments". The moments when nothing else matters. You just "are". Those moments tend to happen when the frenzied go go GO Disney Pace is put to rest for a few minutes.
I highly recommend those moments. Those are the REAL Disney moments. They are the moments that carry you through the rough stuff months later.
Just last night Sally said to me as I was brushing her wet hair after a shower...and a very long hard day for her..."MissCammie...remember when we were at Disney and you and Daddy were holding hands on the bench and Teddy and I were jumping in the fountain with our new shirts and our
crocs on? Remember that? That was a good day."
Yes SallyRally...it sure was.
and I said a prayer of thanks that Sally could still end her day with happy memories of Disney instead of painful moments from the day.
See...Disney magic IS real!!!
Up next: The ILLEGAL Smell...and Wishes...My FAVORITE THING!!!!