Okay where was I....
We were on the monorail - it was St. Patrick's Day. Well - I had khakis on - does that count? No, eh? But my skin does - lovely paper thin whiter than white pinker than pink - wear a hat every day at WDW :

- Irish skin.
Summer WDW trips. I don't even go out out until after four. I've been fried with sweat proof, water proof high SPF sunscreen.
Okay, I need to stop now.
So we're off the Poly. Looked at the new CS CR - but decided on Poly - together (keep that fact in your mind for the smack down, okay?

).
And there are gasps somewhere between the CR and the TTC. What Jean? What? She says nothing. Nothing. Just stares at me.
And a man said "four deer". Thank you. Sorry I missed it while I was staring at Lord knows what.
We laughed and laughed. Why? I knew why Jean didn't tell me. Why she couldn't say deer. I knew she saw because she was involved in the ooh la la (who knows where I was looking

)_.
It's because we have this little inside joke about deer, reindeer, caribou, Europe, North America, caribou, reindeer, bambi....... It's like a sixth degree of Rudolph joke. It's probably not even funny to anyone but us. I can't even explain it. It started when one my students shouted at me "It's a caribou!" when I called the animal on our quarter a moose.
Deer, reindeer, caribou, moose....
Elin, Elan, ELAND....
These animals are giving me a big headache.
So anyway off to Poly. And the annoyance began right away. I was setting up a lovely picture of the waterfall below when you get off the monorail - was just about to push the "oh ya I got this one" button and a CM told me I HAD to move. NOW not after the picture - I did ask. I was nowhere near any monorail. Not even close. There was no one in the area. And I was moved behind the yellow line where the angle no longer worked.
Top of the mornin' to ya Mr. CM>
So into the POLY. I'm coming my little sushi.....
No I didn't just jaunt off to Paris or New York.
Wouldn't that have been nice.
I swear I'm in the POLY. This art IS in the Poly.
So hmmm. Here we go. Sushi. While I'm sighing in loveliness around such beautiful art - Jean's already in Captain Cook's. I was walking with supreme envy past Kona and Kona's outside sushi bar - not on my plan. Sighing. I need to make some more moulah.
I walk in.
No.
No what?
I'll eat back at the CR.
What?
I'll sit while you eat - but I'll eat back at the CR.
But we just left the CR.
Yeah but I don't like anything.
(We've been here a myriad of times but she had her eyes on a flatbread with goat cheese at the CR - even though we agreed on the POLY. Yes I'm stubborn and trying to gain hostages here. What of it?

)
Can't I change my mind?
No.
Grab you sushi.
No. (The brat in me is out. Way out. ) NO. NO. NO. I'm literally throwing the sushi back in the fridge.
You can take it back to the CR or we'll eat in both places. I'll sit with you.
Can't you just order SOMETHING from here?
No.
(a lot of nos, eh?

)
In the brattiest voice ever -
Let's go.
Get you sushi. Lisa, get your sushi.
No.
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Back on the monorail to CR.
Jean: Okay, let's go back to the Poly. I'll find something.
Me: NO!!!!! YOU WANT THE CR - WE ARE GOING TO THE CR. WE ARE GOING TO THE CR!!!


So ridiculous. Rational behaviour escapes us both at times. Especially me.

When I get to a certain place in my head - it's very hard to escape.

So this is why Ms. Crystal gets another picture.
Up next: I have no idea. :