Alrighty.
Here we go. Again.
I'm writing this and listening to "Lady Marmalade".
Just because. I want to.
TFI.
After my little cry at the Fountain of Nations, the five happyhaunts headed back. Canada way. Through World Showcase.
And to our HOME at the BWV.
Tommy and Calvin koalaed down the hall to our door.
Then Tommy danced around in front of the door. For some reason. Waiting for it to be unlocked.
Opened the door. And he took off like a shot through our room to the door to the balcony. Opened it... 'cause we forgot to lock it... and went out on the balcony. We started hauling things out of the stroller and getting organized.
Then he came in.
Back into the room.
With his shorts off.
Underwear too.
Mellyman, Beth, Calvin and I looked at each other: Huh? What? Is up?
With THAT?
(light bulb!)
Me: Tommy! What were you doing out there?
Tommy: I pee.
Me: Come again.
Tommy: I pee. And water our tree.
Beth: TOMMY!
Mellyman: That is just super.
Calvin: Ha ha! He peed! He peed off the balcony! Tommy! Did you hit a duck?!
Tommy: No. Almost our tree.
We were slightly shocked. Again.
THE CLASSIEST OF HAUNTS STRIKES AGAIN!
Apparently you can't take us ANYWHERE. Any of us.
We are the thrifty, competitive, tree-watering, public-urinating happyhaunts.
Geez.
Little Miss Manners Mellyman happyhaunt gave him "a talking to".
While I searched for the bikini I wanted to wear to the pool.
I decided on my black and blue striped one. Over the white one. For today.
Whew.
Then... I was exhausted.
Hard work. That.
We got ready for the pool and loaded up a carryall bag. Poured two beers into plastic cups for the trip. And headed down.
Being thrifty... we decided to not buy a beer at the pool bar. It's WAY more expensive. Than just sneaking beer in.
TFI... FYI. Whatever.
Everyone else hit the horrible Clownzzub Slide. Except for me.
I was boycotting.
And, yes, it was an organized boycott. But without picket signs.
For today.
They all slid and slid. Slippery sliding slides. Yelling and screaming and laughing.
Even Mellyman.
That grown man sure loves a good waterslide.
Calvin started doing tricks. Flipping and ending up headfirst. On the ZZUB-out into the pool.
He was "cautioned" by the lifegaurd. A few times.
I lay in the sun. Catching some sun damage and wrinkles.
Ahhhhh. Good times.
Then I noticed Tommy climbing out of the pool. WAY ACROSS from me. And heading for the loungechairs. Where he proceeded to wiggle out of his suit. Turn.
And start to pee into the bushes.
I got up and ran around the pool. In my bikini. No cover-up! NO TIME!
I was too late. He was finished. And I had run.
RUN.
In a bikini.
For this reason alone. I am glad I try to stay in shape.
I was hoping no one noticed. The running or the peeing.
Unfortunately... a few people did. I'm afraid.
I gave him ANOTHER "talking to".
And then decided to stick pretty darn close to him. For the remainder of our pool extravaganza.
He did this:
For quite awhile.
It was cute. Just like his little life-jacket suit.
I love it.
Then he decided to do this: The dreaded horrible Clown ZZUB Slide.
Some more.
Mellyman got out of the pool to drink his warm, flat, cheap beer. Which I'm SURE he loved. He complained about my cheapness. For a bit.
I hit the pool. Did some Old Lady Side-stroking. Some Little Kiddy Dog-paddling.
And some Mel happyhaunt summersaults. In the water.
For fun.
I gave the troops the 10 minute warning and started to gather our crap.
From everywhere around our seating area.
Slobs.
Why can't the kids take off both their flipflops in one place? At least in the same time zone? What is with THAT?
Then we headed back up to our room. Dripping wet and freezing cold. Once we hit the air-conditioning.
Back to the room. I gave orders for showers. And started to pick out some reasonably nice clothes for dinner.
AT LE CELLIER!
BABY!
We were pretty jazzed about it. Mellyman and myself... that is.
The Canadians were on vacation. Going to Canada. For dinner.
We have no imagination. It seems.
And a big yearning for a great piece of steak.
Like sirloin.
I really like sirloin. Steak. Forget the melt-in-your-mouth little filet.
That's for babies. And ladies.
Heh heh.
I like to chew my meat. TFI. FYI.
Whatever.
We got ready and I did my hair. Which takes, like, forever. When I wear it down. But... Mellyman waited patiently. Mostly. The kids watched T.V. And finally. Finally.
We were on our way. Dirty stroller. Clean clothes. Two koala boys. Beth.
And one beautiful brideman.
With one question:
Mellyman wanted to know what he was ordering. For dinner.
Heh heh.
To be continued. Up next: Calvin gets in a BUTTLOAD of trouble. Outside Le Cellier. We have a lovely. Amazing. Delicious. Meal. Rate it on the PeptoB Scale. Catch some Illuminations. And Calvin gets in ANOTHER buttload of trouble.
Every one of my anglophone french always like to punctuate their moods with a couple of colorful Quebecois expressions... I guess we are just a very expressive province 
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, and I really enjoy reading about your kids; they seem great!!!! A handful, but really awesome!!!!
