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Maelstromer
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I left you feeling yellow.
I think.
I hope so, anyhow.
Because I was. Feeling pretty yellow. Right then.
And then Calvin appeared. In line with us. Out of nowhere.
Me: Hey, Chia!
Calvin: Hi Mommy!
Me: Well that sure took awhile! You've been gone a long time.
Calvin: I know. Daddy wanted to ride the Haunted Mansion twice.
Me: Come again?
Calvin: We rode it twice. He said he wanted to get a present for you.
Me: Huh?
Calvin: Oh, yeah. And he also told me not to tell you. Oops.
Me: What present? My friend? Tell me.
Calvin: Ok. He took a picture for you but it didn't come out the first time. So we went back in to try it again.
Me: Hummmm...
(Search the crowd standing around Dumbo for my beautiful bride. I see him.)
Me: MELLY! MELLY! HAND ME THE CAMERA!
(He makes his way over and stretches to pass me the camera. Glowering at Calvin the whole time! Heh heh)
Me: Thanks, girlfriend. I just want to see my "present".
Calvin: You weren't supposed to know. You were just supposed to see it by accident tonight when you were looking at all the pictures from today.
Me: Oh well...
It was this:
It's a TERRIBLE picture. TFI.
But, of course, that's not the point.
The point is this: My sweet, rule-follower of a play-by-the-rules DH... snuck a flash photo in. In the Haunted Mansion. Twice. For Me(l).
That's the point.
Thanks, Mellyman! (No flames for Mellyman, please and thank-you!)
I was having pretty yellow moment. And then I noticed our friend... from the line... was now boarding his baby elephant with his escort... for the ride he had been waiting for. For so long. In the sun.
I tried to get a picture of his face.
Because he was having THE TIME! Of his life! He really was!
I REALLY wanted to. To share that moment. With you.
But... I'm a terrible photographer. And a worse skiier. And... an even WORSE speller. (yet not as bad as ZZUB)
So... this is what I got, instead:
The back of his head. Blurry, too.
Oh well.
I saw his face.
That's all that matters.
Really.
Oh. I also got this beaut. Thanks to Mellyman.
Heh heh.
We took 500 pictures on this trip. 500!
Most are like the three former ones. BTW.
Soon, though, it was our turn. To ride Dumbo. Finally.
I must say this: The ride sucks. It is a basic carnival ride. Up and down and round and round. Big whup! But... Tommy was thrilled. He rode beside Beth and I turned to watch his face... the whole time.
His face was worth the wait.
Calvin thought it blew. Though.
Then it was time to do another favourite of Beth's.
Cinderella's Golden Carousel.
But... there is a hook. To this.
First, we must find the horse with the Golden Ribbon on it's tail.
There is only one. Of them.
One horse with one ribbon. Golden.
Because THAT HORSE is Cinderella's horse.
And the only one she will ride.
Yep.
Some CM at Cinderella's Royal Table told her that. In 2003.
And we've been having to find that horse ever since.
For her.
Then it was off to get in line for Winnie The Pooh. Which we all LOVE. Especially Tommy. And Me(l).
It's the Tigger thing.
I like Tigger.
So sue me.
The line was fairly long. We debated getting FASTPASSES. For a minute. Until this guy walked up to me and gave me six of them. For RIGHT NOW! I mean... right THEN!
Right on!
Thanks, Dude! Muchly.
He must have read our forehead stamps.
Which apparently said, "Give Us Your FASTPASSES! NOW!"
We rode Winnie the Pooh. (and... I hope... I'm not gonna get in trouble for that!) Crossing my fingers. Heh heh.
Now then... it was time for a snack. And time to tear a strip off of my middle child.
The kids wanted soft serve.
Mrs. Potts' Cupboard was right there. So we got some. Just three. For the kids. Three swirl cones. $3.00 EACH. AMERICAN MONEY!
Whew!
The minute the lady behind the counter handed them to me, they began to melt.
At a very rapid pace.
Shortly Beth turned to me and sad, "Mommy, would you like some?"
I looked at her drippy treat. With ice cream running down the cone. And touching her fingers.
SHUDDER!
It's because of this: I have a HUGE aversion to sharing ice cream cones. Thanks to The General. Who would always buy me one. Because SHE really liked ice cream and then proceed to SHARE it with me. ALL THE TIME. Licking around the cone to tidy it up. So the ice cream wouldn't drip down. Swirling her tongue around MY CONE. GETTING MY CONE ALL SPITTY. With General spit. (which is much worse than specific spit, TFI)
ICKY-DOODLE!
I hated it.
Of course that was EXACTLY what Beth wanted me to do. Tidy up HER cone.
I suggested that SHE lick around it. But she said she really wanted me to try it. She thought the swirl cone was THE BOMB!
So I did it.
ICKY-DOODLE!
The things you do for love!
Secretly I was pretty grossed out. Publicly... I smiled and thanked her for the "treat".
Then... I took my mind off of it by counting my teeth. With my tongue.
We stood around for a bit. While the kids were eating. Mellyman and I were chatting.
Pleasantly.
Until... Tommy SCREAMED... and JUMPED... and would have dropped his cone had Mellyman not grabbed it with his "lightening-fast Banker reflexes"!
It was because Calvin had licked Tommy. Again. The back of his neck. This time. The hot, sweaty back of his neck.
But, first, Calvin had to ramp it up. Apparently he chilled his tongue down to below freezing. In his ice cream cone. Buried his tongue in the soft serve until he could no longer stand it.
And THEN... he licked his little brother's neck.
'Causing a major ruckus.
And Tommy's body temp. to drop three degrees.
I tore a strip off Calvin. For it.
Because he is THAT GUY.
He is the evil genius behind what is known in our family as "The Peanut Butter Lick", too.
This is how it goes: First you take a blob of peanut butter. Hold it in your mouth. Warm it up so that it mixes with your spit and becomes nice and gooey. Then you find your older sister or younger brother. Or Mother. With whom you've recently had a dispute.
And proceed to lick their face. From chin to forehead. Right up the middle. Attempting to lodge at least a little peanut butter in their nostrils.
Yes.
Folks.
THAT is OUR GUY! He is THAT GUY.
And now... it is time for us to head off. Out of Fantasyland.
And towards Goofy's Barnstormer.
Where, if you sneeze, you'll have missed the whole ride. Twice.
Have a great weekend!
Cheers, Mel.
I think.
I hope so, anyhow.
Because I was. Feeling pretty yellow. Right then.
And then Calvin appeared. In line with us. Out of nowhere.
Me: Hey, Chia!
Calvin: Hi Mommy!
Me: Well that sure took awhile! You've been gone a long time.
Calvin: I know. Daddy wanted to ride the Haunted Mansion twice.
Me: Come again?
Calvin: We rode it twice. He said he wanted to get a present for you.
Me: Huh?
Calvin: Oh, yeah. And he also told me not to tell you. Oops.
Me: What present? My friend? Tell me.
Calvin: Ok. He took a picture for you but it didn't come out the first time. So we went back in to try it again.
Me: Hummmm...
(Search the crowd standing around Dumbo for my beautiful bride. I see him.)
Me: MELLY! MELLY! HAND ME THE CAMERA!
(He makes his way over and stretches to pass me the camera. Glowering at Calvin the whole time! Heh heh)
Me: Thanks, girlfriend. I just want to see my "present".
Calvin: You weren't supposed to know. You were just supposed to see it by accident tonight when you were looking at all the pictures from today.
Me: Oh well...
It was this:
It's a TERRIBLE picture. TFI.
But, of course, that's not the point.
The point is this: My sweet, rule-follower of a play-by-the-rules DH... snuck a flash photo in. In the Haunted Mansion. Twice. For Me(l).
That's the point.
Thanks, Mellyman! (No flames for Mellyman, please and thank-you!)
I was having pretty yellow moment. And then I noticed our friend... from the line... was now boarding his baby elephant with his escort... for the ride he had been waiting for. For so long. In the sun.
I tried to get a picture of his face.
Because he was having THE TIME! Of his life! He really was!
I REALLY wanted to. To share that moment. With you.
But... I'm a terrible photographer. And a worse skiier. And... an even WORSE speller. (yet not as bad as ZZUB)
So... this is what I got, instead:
The back of his head. Blurry, too.
Oh well.
I saw his face.
That's all that matters.
Really.
Oh. I also got this beaut. Thanks to Mellyman.
Heh heh.
We took 500 pictures on this trip. 500!
Most are like the three former ones. BTW.
Soon, though, it was our turn. To ride Dumbo. Finally.
I must say this: The ride sucks. It is a basic carnival ride. Up and down and round and round. Big whup! But... Tommy was thrilled. He rode beside Beth and I turned to watch his face... the whole time.
His face was worth the wait.
Calvin thought it blew. Though.
Then it was time to do another favourite of Beth's.
Cinderella's Golden Carousel.
But... there is a hook. To this.
First, we must find the horse with the Golden Ribbon on it's tail.
There is only one. Of them.
One horse with one ribbon. Golden.
Because THAT HORSE is Cinderella's horse.
And the only one she will ride.
Yep.
Some CM at Cinderella's Royal Table told her that. In 2003.
And we've been having to find that horse ever since.
For her.
Then it was off to get in line for Winnie The Pooh. Which we all LOVE. Especially Tommy. And Me(l).
It's the Tigger thing.
I like Tigger.
So sue me.
The line was fairly long. We debated getting FASTPASSES. For a minute. Until this guy walked up to me and gave me six of them. For RIGHT NOW! I mean... right THEN!
Right on!
Thanks, Dude! Muchly.
He must have read our forehead stamps.
Which apparently said, "Give Us Your FASTPASSES! NOW!"
We rode Winnie the Pooh. (and... I hope... I'm not gonna get in trouble for that!) Crossing my fingers. Heh heh.
Now then... it was time for a snack. And time to tear a strip off of my middle child.
The kids wanted soft serve.
Mrs. Potts' Cupboard was right there. So we got some. Just three. For the kids. Three swirl cones. $3.00 EACH. AMERICAN MONEY!
Whew!
The minute the lady behind the counter handed them to me, they began to melt.
At a very rapid pace.
Shortly Beth turned to me and sad, "Mommy, would you like some?"
I looked at her drippy treat. With ice cream running down the cone. And touching her fingers.
SHUDDER!
It's because of this: I have a HUGE aversion to sharing ice cream cones. Thanks to The General. Who would always buy me one. Because SHE really liked ice cream and then proceed to SHARE it with me. ALL THE TIME. Licking around the cone to tidy it up. So the ice cream wouldn't drip down. Swirling her tongue around MY CONE. GETTING MY CONE ALL SPITTY. With General spit. (which is much worse than specific spit, TFI)
ICKY-DOODLE!
I hated it.
Of course that was EXACTLY what Beth wanted me to do. Tidy up HER cone.
I suggested that SHE lick around it. But she said she really wanted me to try it. She thought the swirl cone was THE BOMB!
So I did it.
ICKY-DOODLE!
The things you do for love!
Secretly I was pretty grossed out. Publicly... I smiled and thanked her for the "treat".
Then... I took my mind off of it by counting my teeth. With my tongue.
We stood around for a bit. While the kids were eating. Mellyman and I were chatting.
Pleasantly.
Until... Tommy SCREAMED... and JUMPED... and would have dropped his cone had Mellyman not grabbed it with his "lightening-fast Banker reflexes"!
It was because Calvin had licked Tommy. Again. The back of his neck. This time. The hot, sweaty back of his neck.
But, first, Calvin had to ramp it up. Apparently he chilled his tongue down to below freezing. In his ice cream cone. Buried his tongue in the soft serve until he could no longer stand it.
And THEN... he licked his little brother's neck.
'Causing a major ruckus.
And Tommy's body temp. to drop three degrees.
I tore a strip off Calvin. For it.
Because he is THAT GUY.
He is the evil genius behind what is known in our family as "The Peanut Butter Lick", too.
This is how it goes: First you take a blob of peanut butter. Hold it in your mouth. Warm it up so that it mixes with your spit and becomes nice and gooey. Then you find your older sister or younger brother. Or Mother. With whom you've recently had a dispute.
And proceed to lick their face. From chin to forehead. Right up the middle. Attempting to lodge at least a little peanut butter in their nostrils.
Yes.
Folks.
THAT is OUR GUY! He is THAT GUY.
And now... it is time for us to head off. Out of Fantasyland.
And towards Goofy's Barnstormer.
Where, if you sneeze, you'll have missed the whole ride. Twice.
Have a great weekend!
Cheers, Mel.
Amy
