An Inconvenient Truth: happyhaunt Style! (New... pg. 113!)

I had this really amazingly witty, clever comment with a touch of sentimentality and warm affection relating to my family in it. It was really great. But my dog ate it. BTW, hi Cowboy, good boy. Sit. Down. Down. Down. You never know when your dog might be surfing the net or posting things, so it's best to be kindly to them, even when they eat your posts. Anyway, thanks to Cowboy you are stuck with this post.

Back to my pedestrian un-witty, un-sentimental, cooler un-affectionate comment... The tea for two sounds really freaking good (note the use of 'freaking', where there's no need to apologize to frick, thus saving a full three keystrokes of typing in this post). The gorgonzola/pear sanwich sounds frickin' delightful (NOF - I noticed that my use of 'freaking' actually turned out to increase keystrokes in the end, so I am reverting to this more economical form). And it all looked quite sophisticated in that delightfully refined tea room way. Did you know that one of the reasons I don't post that often is because I play the Ukulele instead of reading the internet boards. It's sometimes true. So anyway, I actually learned that song - Tea for Two, and got to the point that I could actually do it as a chord melody (which is much trickier than just picking it out or playing the bare chords) and even threw in a few of the riffs from one of Django Reinhardt's recordings of that song. Because Django is my hero. I could gush on for millennia about his brilliance. Though I wish he would have played the Ukulele and recorded some stuff. All heroes need a tragic flaw, right? Anyway, so I learned this tune, and now it is completely forgotten. It's just gone now - I don't really know how. So it's rather like the post that my dog ate.

Also the family wearing Hawaiian print shirts - I wear Aloha shirts (which is my term for those shirts, TFI). Mostly. Max doesn't have matching ones, but he does have one. So we sort of match sometimes. But that is in our mundane Disneyless life where I wear white socks and boat shoes, so it is not as cool as the people you were stalking/being offensively inquisitive to. But it's loosely similar, so I figured I'd point it out.

The aloha shirt is actually quite useful. In nature some bugs have brightly colored exoskeletons. Sometimes this is to indicate that they are actually a toxic bug. For me the aloha shirt and Disneyland ball cap indicate that conversations with me may be peculiar. I am betting it would ward off Zzub, especially since I often have a cup of hot tea in my hand (no offense zzuB). BTW, I no longer wear an onion on my belt, as it isn't the style anymore.

So where was I? Oh my goodness, that food looked really frickin good (NOF - note that once again I am saving keystrokes - perhaps I can make an acronym of that: NTOAIASK - it has a nice ring to it). Zoinkies, that food & tea looked scary good (the scariness is not because of the haunts, though). So I am making HaleyB try to work in going there into our schedule.

1000thhappyhaunt said:
...

Lama on the track?

...

A Tibetan lama? Red hat or yellow hat?
 
"It is more fun to talk with someone who
doesn't use long, difficult words but rather
short, easy words like 'What about lunch?'"
 
HaleyB said:
"It is more fun to talk with someone who
doesn't use long, difficult words but rather
short, easy words like 'What about lunch?'"

blahThe history of every Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of Survival, Inquiry, and Sophistication, otherwise known as the How, Why, and Where phases.
yuckFor instance, the first phase is characterized by the question "How can we eat?", the second by the question "Why do we eat?" and the third by the question "Where shall we have lunch?"
 

The picture of the food look nice, in an overly sophisticated sort of way. But tell me, was everyone at tea headless?
 
Marshall'sMom said:
So what are you saying? I'm a bad mother?? :furious:

Well let me tell you, it was no picnic sitting next to you either, missy. The way you slouched in your chair and slurped that tea :sad2:

:wave2: :wave2:


.....AAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :lmao:
 
Beth and I were headed back to the Magic Kingdom.

To meet up with the other 3/5 ths of the happyhaunt clan.

First, tho, I had to call them. And see where they were. And where we were to meet. Up.

They were in Tomorrowland.

I was SURE of it.

Darn sure. To the point where I would have eaten crow if I were wrong.

It tasted fine. Like chicken. TFI.

Because:

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Mellyman: Hello Melancholy.
Me: Hello arch-enemy.
Mellyman: Are you ready? Bond?
Me: Are YOU ready? To die today?
Mellyman: Where are you?
Me: We're finished tea. We're at the front gates. Where are you?
Mellyman: Just finished the Jungle Cruise. How was tea?
Me: Great. Fine. Don't distract me. Oh... too late. Did you eat? Too.
Mellyman: Some mighty fine smoked turkey. And fries. Calvin had a burger.
Me: Super. Glad I missed the turkey extravaganza.
Mellyman: It was great. Shall we meet up?
Me: Tomorrowland. Buzz Lightyear.
Mellyman: Fine. See you there.
Me: Excellent. Just the thing for unwinding after a rough day at the office.

Click.

Hummm... the crow was great, too. As well as the humble pie.

Because of this: Everyone likes pie.

I prefer blueberry over humble, tho.

Off to Tomorrow. Land.

Jogging. Because the rain had stopped. While we were at tea.

But... still... I wanted to warm up. For our little game. Get the blood flowing. Get the body limber. And beat my beautiful bride to the entrance to BUZZ LIGHTYEAR. And be standing there, casually, with my hands in my pockets. Humming. And looking like I don't have a care in the world.

Yeah. Right.

I was JAZZED. For our little competition.

Full on.

We beat them. Beth and I. But, barely.

Mellyman and I faced each other. To decide who would ride with whom.

The trick is to not have Bama. In your vehicle. He's The Cooler.

I love him more than life, itself. And, yet, he is kryptonite on a stick.

When he drives.

Again, not his fault.

The General. And all that.

Beth, sweet Beth, offered to let Tommy ride with her. Calvin said he would take his own sweet ride.

Leaving Mellyman and I to do our nasty little business. Without involving the others.

They are smart smart smart children.

And, amazingly, our own flesh and blood.

They knew that it was better. To get out of Dodge. For this.

We joined the line. It wasn't very long.

And waited.

While looking for Hidden Mickeys. There is a super, really really hidden one, there. Hard to find. In the queue there. It's really hidden. Well.

Oh.

Hence the name. Hidden. Mickey.

And all that.

As we drew nearer to boarding. The Ride of Sudden Divorce. And Dismemberment. I leaned in close to my beloved. And whispered:

" Might as well go for a soda, nobody hurts and nobody cries. 'Cause now you're messing... with a, a (clouted shard-borne boar-pig)!"

Ahhhh, yes.

Lyric-fightin'!!!!

Love it. LOVE IT!!!

The GAME. WAS AFOOT!

Which reminds me... since that phrase is taken from Shakespeare... it's no fun trying to fight using Shakespearean phrases.

It's much too exhausting.

Confusing.

And straight-up, stupid.

For example, I could have yelled: "Cry HAVOC and let slip the dogs of WAR!"!!!

Yes... I look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under't.

Hummmm...

Actually, this IS workin'. After all. But... it IS alot of effort.

So... let's GO!

Tho this be madness, yet there is method in't!

Heh heh.

And then I added, "Good luck!" I didn't mean it, though, and the instant I said it... I mentally jetted it. OUT.

For good measure I yelled, "STRENGTH and HONOUR!" To myself.

Because although I've been his wife for many a year, he needs to be frequently reminded how foolish a decision it was to marry Maximus Meridias.

We went.

But... CURSES!... there was something wrong with my Space Ranger Star Freakin' Cruiser!!!!

For one... it was SPINNING!!!!

And, not the way I was trying to make it spin.

I was ENRAGED!

In a RAGE, even!

I was screwed.

I got off... knowing darn well I had lost. All the blood, sweat and tears. For naught. The blood I was awash in was... my own. And it was like a crimson tide.

I was, yet AGAIN, forced to eat crow and humble pie. And, I've got to admit, I was pretty darn sick of it. By now. And bloated, too.

Mellyman looked at me with that SMILE. That I hate. Yet, also, love.

I yelled, " I KNOW I LOST!!!! There was something WRONG with my FREAKIN' STEERING!"

He smiled, again. The twinkle in his eye.

I continued, "Let's GO! AGAIN! I'm not ready to lie down and die! ONE MORE TIME, Mister!"

We went.

Except there was a little hitch in my plan. A tiny, cute, blond, blue-eyed hitch.

The Cooler.

Wanted to ride with Me(l).

I knew this because he said, "I may want to ride with Mommy this time."!

Now... tell me... could I say "NO!" to that?

Not even I. Not even I.

I grabbed his hand and we were off.

But... not before I told him, "Tommy. What we do in life... echoes in eternity!" He seemed to appreciate the wisdom from his Mommy Maximus and then:

We rode together. Both of us shooting and, mostly, me driving. Our freakin' Star Cruiser.

I knew we were doomed. But... guess what?

We WON!

We beat Mellyman. OH YEAH!!!!!

By a hair. Just. But... we DID beat him.

After my dance of victory in which I shake my tail like nobody's business and strut around like James Brown, I looked at him, "You really, really LOST?" I asked.

He claimed there was something wrong with the steering on his Star Cruiser. And said that Tommy and I won fair and square.

And smiled.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Melly. Melly. Melly. Man.

Lyric-fighting is great fun. But, sometimes, lyrics are also good for makin' up. Too.

" For your kindness I'm in debt to you,
And I never could have gone this far without you,
For everything you've ever done
You know I'm bound... I'm bound to thank you for..."


:moped:

Cheers, Mel.

To be continued. Up next: Pirates. Abound. Adventureland. All that.

:moped: :moped: :moped:
 
/
Ha!

I just discovered Lato's report and now you have a new installment!

I'm off to read!

YAY!!!

OK, I'm back. And that was hysterical as usual. But something felt a little off with this one line.

Because although I've been his wife for many a year, he needs to be frequently reminded how foolish a decision it was to marry Maximus Meridias.

Like maybe I have read it somewhere before. But maybe my mind is just playing tricks. Who knows.

Mel. Another great read. I can picture you and all of your antics. Fun times.

Great report. Thanks for sharing. ;)

NM
 
He claimed there was something wrong with the steering on his Star Cruiser. And said that Tommy and I won fair and square.

And smiled.
You got yourself a sweet, sweet ride there sista!!! :teeth:

And.

I know that you know that I know that you know that I know you know it!!!!
 
Mr. Silly said:
The aloha shirt is actually quite useful. In nature some bugs have brightly colored exoskeletons. Sometimes this is to indicate that they are actually a toxic bug. For me the aloha shirt and Disneyland ball cap indicate that conversations with me may be peculiar. I am betting it would ward off Zzub, especially since I often have a cup of hot tea in my hand (no offense zzuB). BTW, I no longer wear an onion on my belt, as it isn't the style anymore.


and all this time I thought Aloha shirts were to hide any stains or crumbs from meals past.....

like neckties are long skinny bibs....

and glad to know that the onions are out cause I was so planning to get my family of 6 matching onion belts..... I guess we can get matching aloha shirts. And I can aggressively parent all four while broadcasting their names all through Disney.....


and Mel- I am a big fan of your style of photography as you well know. Also I am intrigued by the description of the tea. I would love to take my girls one day. Dressed matchy-matchy of course. Thanks for sharing.
 
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeet victory!

My DH started giving me lip about competing in Buzz -- you'll have to give me some tips!

Tracie
 
nicolemarie said:
But something felt a little off with this one line.


[ Ahhhhhhhhhhh. The Maximus quote. By Me(l). The one about my husband needing to be frequently reminded that he married. Maximus Mel.]



Like maybe I have read it somewhere before. But maybe my mind is just playing tricks. Who knows.

Mel. Another great read. I can picture you and all of your antics. Fun times.

Great report. Thanks for sharing. ;)

NM

Yes. Yes.

I've heard that somewhere before, too.

But... not exactly. The same.

I was channelling one of my favourite writers. There.

Good catch!!!! A prize snow globe awaiting you. In your PMs.

Cheers, Mel.
 
We are In!!! For Tea. Wooo Hoooty.

Mr. Silly even picked out a special aloha shirt already.
Which is good because we are leaving in the morning! Wooo Hoooty again.

 
TwinkieMama said:
and all this time I thought Aloha shirts were to hide any stains or crumbs from meals past.....

like neckties are long skinny bibs....

Well back when I was a boy, they used to call aloha shirts "bee shirts", since in those days nickels had pictures of bees on them. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say. And the shirts cost a nickel. And they were great because people would avoid you like you were a bee. Which is where the name came from. Also handy for hiding spills...

TwinkieMama said:
and glad to know that the onions are out cause I was so planning to get my family of 6 matching onion belts..... I guess we can get matching aloha shirts. And I can aggressively parent all four while broadcasting their names all through Disney.....

...Now where were we? Oh yeah, so in those days I'd tie an onion on my belt. It was the style at the time. They didn’t have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

- Captain "Abe" Silly
 
Mel. I ride the Buzz with my parents and the big competition is to beat their royal butts off. Well, for me. They actually don't really care. Plus my dad hates it. Basically he hates everything but MS and SM. Especially Pooh. Hates Pooh. Anyway, I actually beat my mom once. I did a dance similar to yours. And I ALWAYS beat my dad. Because he's never played any video game in his life. So I have the MASSIVE LEAD. Against him. But however, my MOM can beat my royal butt off. More. Than me with dad. Which isn't fair. For me. When we take the Tink n' Pluto, I am gonna BEAT HER BUTT! *war chant*
 
1. NicoleMarie: thanks for being on plagerism patrol. We must be vigilant. It's like ear hair. You can never rest.

2. There is no end to the gall, the nerve, the outrage. I've learned to live with it. Like an ingrown toenail. Which I eventually excised. With a knife.

3. I still don't understand why you play for a field goal instead of trying to score a touchdown when your QB has moved your team down the field.

5. I noticed Mel didn't broadcast the score she earned on ZZUB Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin. Please tell me you're not merely a planetary pilot.

4. What is with your family and stupid and/or weird food? If I think sipping tea is silly (and I do), I fail to see the allure of gnawing on a greazy turkey leg. The smell alone gives me dyspepsia. I cannot even imaging how foul it must taste.

You do know they have ice-cream at Disney World, don't you?

:moped:
 
ZZUB said:
If I think sipping tea is silly (and I do)

Drinking hot tea with a straw it is pretty silly too. Sucking it up with your finger Mork style (and thereby indicating one's age) is silly. All this is true, and part of why tea is so wonderful. A nice hot cup of tea is also a strong Brownian motion producer. And the source of some incredibly improbable things.
 
Mel said:
I was ENRAGED!

In a RAGE, even!

I hear Yoo Hoo is a good cure for that.

The blood I was awash in was... my own. And it was like a crimson tide.

Meaning it lost to Arkansas in double overtime too?

Mel, this installment was hilarious. What is it about Buzz Lightyear that brings out the fight in everybody? Even my 5 year old daughter puts on her game face for this one.

I would say more but I have some ADRs to change.

Loved the quotes. Loved the funny. Loved it.

Good stuff, Melly.

:moped: :moped:

Layla
 

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