As some of you know, I've been nursing a bad back of late.
What most of you don't know is that I've been trying to build a deck.
Kinda hard, though, with my bad back.
The two don't immediately come to mind as being - shall we say - compatible.
I don't have stairs yet, just the stringers that hold up the stairs.
One second I was approaching them,
the next I was plunging down them, head first.
As the patron saint of the DisDads would say…
YAAAAAAA-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOEEEYYYY!!!
http://www.myinstants.com/instant/goofy-yell/
Couldn’t resist… Sorry you got all banged up.
Glad it wasn’t worse.
May not have been the best possible first sentence…
"I didn't think we'd need a letter still."
But immediately playing the trump card of parental incompetence may have appealed more to the guard’s sense of superiority.
Kay, being smarter than I, proposed a possible solution.
"Would a text work?"
Good misdirection kid… throw the predator off the scent.
That's a lot of thinking...
I surprised it didn’t blow out the last of your brain cells
He asked her again. "Are you sure you're not running away?"
"No. I'm sure." She replied.
Yea right, because everyone knows that a teen will always tell you straight off exactly what their intention is. Unless, of course, she knew he wouldn't believe the truth even if she told it to him.
Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out!
he stamped both passports and handed them back to us.
Welcome to Port Royal , Mr. Smith
I dragged Kay, kicking and screaming for help, into the United States.
That would’a been funny.
It would have quickly gotten you a date with mister rubber gloves in that windowless room you were on about… but it would’a been funny.
I mean we were bowling over elderly people and children.
Survival of the fittest people! Out of the way!
you’d make an excellent American.
Ever considered immigration?
Thankfully, the Terminal is well signed.
Unlike MCO
(so I’ve read)
I walk up to the check in desk and ask. "Have you started boarding yet?"
"We're just about to start." She says.
Score.
I mentally thumb my nose at a certain Customs agent who shall remain friendless.
Cut it close to the bone there.
I’ll have to make them up later on, but I’m quite glad to have not earned those two points.
Yes, I splurged and upgraded us to Plus seats.
Good Daddy
(Hey, Andy... pppbbbbtttt...)
That just makes me smile…
Go on, do it again.
(Hey, Andy... pppbbbbtttt...)
yep that just doesn’t get old.
I love how airlines cut services and then trumpet these cutbacks
as if they're doing something wonderful for you.
It’s not that they do it that I find frustrating (I mean they in business, I expect dishonesty)
No, it’s that there are large numbers of folks that buy it.
Mooooooo!
Coming from an IT background, there’s an old punch line we use when one encounters a bug or some lost functionality within a new release of any kind of soft wear. We simply refer to it as being a new feature.
Entertainment will be provided by the master of tempo
who will beat his Japanese drum to a catchy rhythm.
Battle speed, hortator.
You'll swear that he's cracking that whip at you!
Your eyes are full of hate, 41.
Okay, now that I've completely moved off topic...
No wait! It was just getting to the good part, how about you keep on this tangent until after the chariot race?
I watched three quarters of the movie Birdman on my iPod.
See… if you didn’t have electronics, you wouldn’t have had to do that.
(although, not seeing the whole thing might actually have counted as an upgrade)
Weird little movie, not sure if I agree with Oscar in giving it Best Picture.
I rarely agree with the results of most awards shows.
They’re about the equivalent of watching the kids at the popular table patting each other on the back for just how well they looked down their noses at the rest of humanity.
"I'll order the ham, you order the turkey, and if I don't like the ham, we'll switch."
Flawless teen logic if even I’ve heard it implemented.
That right there, ladies and gents, is the definition of being a parent.
More so an example of a young’en’s perception of exactly who and what is important.
(and who and what can be summarily taken for granted or outright ignored.)
The pay back comes with the eventual arrival of grand kids.
Then you get to sit back and just laugh…
I suspect that the flight attendant had already decided that Kay was in charge.
But really, handing me this to drink was uncalled for...

perfect… It might as well have been the Flying Fickle Finger of Fate award.
One amusing tidbit.
Kay didn't think the palm trees were real.
"No honey. We really are in Florida."
Well, you were on a fake monorail at the time so I can see her confusion here.
What kind of crummy carousel is that???
Fake trees… fake monorails… I mean, really! What’s the world coming to?
There’s not even a sword in an anvil anywhere around there for getting silly pictures.
Useless… simply useless.
I was punchy. That's my excuse.
Much that is Humorous (and far more hallucinations) are the direct result of one being: “punchy”.
Kay picked up the spiel. "The next suitcase is sporting a lovely red colour. Perfect for this fall's fashions."
Funny in general, but…
The fact that she played along makes it a major win.
Seconds later we were navigating the rope maze to our awaiting bus.
Ahhhh… the first serpentine of the trip.
You have officially arrived at Disney.
So for those keeping track, here's our first Disney transportation wait time.
0 minutes.
Now before you all go running off to change your guesses
(but feel free if you wish to do so,)
No… I’m good.
We got our room number and it was in the 60s
overlooking the kiddie pool on the top floor
as we... well, Kay, had requested.
Score! Well sort’a…
I’ll get points for it anyway.
You’ll just get more stairs to deal with (but I’d be finding the nearest elevator for the assents)
And we got our Magic Bands!
(Oh my God... is there anything better than when you get those puppies????)
I know not…
We were last on property in the summer of 2013.
They weren’t in use yet.
Have I mentioned yet that it was hot out?
And humid?
And hot and humid?
And humid and hot?
Bless your heart.
Well, we are closer to the Sun, ya’ know.
Just another day in paradise to us
We still complain about it, but having so much moisture in the air that you can grab it by the hand full is just a normal everyday occurrence. I can see myself being similarly shocked if were I to hopped off a plane in your home town in mid-February though.
Remember. The top floor was Kay's idea.
I won't mention this often... or maybe never again...
I got’s me doubts about that.
Let's make it a bonus question, shall we?
Guess who had to make several... lousy... stinking trips...
up and down and up and down and up and down those flippin' stairs?
Well I won’t be so foolish as to guess that it was the teenager.
The Theory of Least Astonishment necessitates that I choose poppa for that one.
First off, it was hot.
Did I mention that yet?
It is possible that similar utterance may have crossed your lips as some point in the past.
Although what really put the sizzle in it was the humidity.
That’s the key Feature to our brand of designer weather.
When it gets like that (which is right often) , rather than referring to it as being hot or sticky or oppressive (which all apply) we will say: it’s very South’rn out there.
Ok, now that… is on heck of a “feature”
Did you know that trains are required to blow their horns when crossing roads?
Even if that road has a hotel beside it?
Even at two o'clock in the morning?
Yep… I’m well acquainted with that particular reality.
Well acquainted indeed…
Except my aim was off.
I somehow went off target and landed on my Dad's chest.
A very different kind of screeching woke me up this time.

Yep you’ll be needing to get this straightened out…
Lord knows just what Karma would’a had cooked up and waiting just for you otherwise.
I trudged back out into the heat and humidity
and scaled the stairs back up to the fourth floor.
That’s two.
Kay, on the other hand,
was looking forward to sleeping in a King size bed all to herself.
And this surprises no one
"Did you order a cot?"
"No." I said. "But I could sure use one."
Well, at least they did do that much to try and make it right.
Hummmmm… Let’s go with…
10:00
Expedition Everest
Mickey Bars