Hello Everybody,
Laura told me she was writing a blog about our last Disney trip and asked how I wanted to be referred as. I said They Call Me Mister Tibbs! ... but something was lost in the translation.
I had no idea how funny Lauras blogging could be and how many folks would be following along. I know shes witty, but like the quiet talker Seinfeld episode, only a portion of what she utters is audible.
With her's and Ponzi's threads, it's just as important to be edible with all the recipes.
"The legible incredible edible audible eligable trip report.
Yes, our small dog, Matisse, requires oven mitts to be moved. The dog groomer asked me how often I brush her teeth. HAH!
Laura left off with our second night and wants me to add my memories of the Magic Kingdom that Monkston & I visited after dinner, but like Dory, the lovable fish, I remember nuthin. Or certainly not in enough detail to break down what happened that particular evening. It all sort of blends. I know we headed for the Tomorrowland Speedway a few times. Monkston steers. It will be a sad day for me when she can reach the gas pedal herself.