Lot's of times, I'll make up a plate of leftovers and stick it in the microwave to nuke.
Am I the only one that then agonizes over what the right time to punch in should be?
I've stood there; hmm, I like to punch in 2:22 cuz it's a quick triple punch, but for some reason tonight just doesn't sound like it's enough. But, OMG, if I punch in 2:32, well, then that's over 2 and a half minutes, no, way too long.
Ok, ok, I'll punch in 2:28, no wait, probably still too long, ok, then 2:27 it is!
After doing the "Little Engine that Could" routine up the hill, we went back and cleaned up, then went down the Shutters restaurant for dinner.
I can't remember where, but somehow Smidgy got hold of some 25% off coupons which then made it my kind of meal.
On the way there we ran into the blowhard from New Jersey, and he still wants to talk about Blago.
"So Nebo, you still guarantee that he'll get just a slap on the wrist?"
"Well, I wouldn't bet your life on it, but pretty sure. Hey, if you want a guarantee, buy a toaster."
Sitting at our table, the waitress came up and took our drink order, which to her dismay was ice tea for Smidgy and a Coke for me.
When she came back, I could not believe what came out of her mouth, but I guess I should have been expecting it.
"You really have to try our new pizza tonight, it's a tota...."
Simultaneously, in a perfect two part harmony we both replied cutting her off at the same time.
"NO THANK YOU."
Man, I haven't been pressured to eat something this hard since the time in grammar school when this kid in first grade kept trying to get me to eat Play Doh.
"Stevie, just smell it, you have to eat it, and it's dough, my mom cooks dough atl the time and besides, I have a new rocking horse."
I think that was the first time I realized I was a disappointment to myself.
When I was 3, I had much higher expectations for my life then to be sitting here, 3 years later messing around with Play Doh.
They pumped that kid's stomach a year later when he tried to polish off an entire 64 crayon box.
With the built in sharpener!
Anyway, I just ordered a cheeseburger and fries, and Diane got some kind of chicken. Not sure if it was broasted chicken or roasted chicken or toasted chicken, but it was some kind of 'oasted' chicken.
The meals were ok, but a really limited menu.
After dinner we sat by the pool for a while, took a couple pics;
Before we went back to the room we walked out on the deck that overlooks the beach, where the rental shanty does business during the day.
This is when I realized I finally made the right decision about splurging for hearing aids.
I never knew there were so many hidden birds in the world, and they all have different songs.
Tonight it was so cool to hear what sounded like a million crickets behind me, and listen to the waves rolling into the shore down below.
I also noticed that unlike DisneyWorld and Kissimmee area, the sky is much sharper because of less light pollution from the Parks and cities, you could finallhy see stars.
Ok, in my case I'm limited. I can see what I thought was Polaris but that was about it, besides the moon. But she tried to point some out to me:
Which of course after every one I would yell out "Uranus."
Yeah, yeah, I know, but after using this same stupid line for over 30 years now it's too late to stop.
Back on the hearing aids, these really are incredible. When a hearing loss slowly gets worse and worse, you end up forgetting what you're missing. I no longer fear talking to a waitress or clerk in a store, and I'll readilly strike up a conversation with strangers, especially in DisneyWorld.
And the place I bought them from was terrific, over a five month period I tried 3 different styles, all on trial periods.
My family can't believe it either. "My hearing is so incredible now," I told them, "That I can hear what you're thinking even before you say it!"
Really, they really are great. I heard the guy in the house across the street warn his wife to turn on the fan because he just let go with an SBD.
And I said to myself, "No it wasn't."
I even told the hearing aid guy that he could quote me in his next brochure:
"Nebo from Carpentersville, Illinois says;"
"These new Unitron aids are great! Now I can go to the john in the middle of the night without turning on the light and listen to know if I'm hitting my target or not!"
Allthough they still don't help when you get that dreaded 'fork in the road' that seems to happen a lot then. Robert Frost should have written a poem about what you do when that happens.
"The Road not Aimed"
But, I digress.
Next morning we went into nearbye Sebastion to place called Southern Sisters for breakfast.
Nice place, very friendly with a huge menu and old ladies running around serving.
This one older woman came to us. After Diane gave her order she turned to me and I just ordered basic sausage and eggs, side of grits.
After I ordered, I turned back to Smidgy, but I didn't see the waitress go by my line of view like she should have. Then, without looking, I could just feel her staring at me.
Hold that thought.
This reminds me exactly like the last trip we took to Disney.
We were on our way from Kilimanjaro Safari to Nemo, the Musical when Smidgy said she needed a bathroom, and I told her to meet me in the smoking area behind the Dawa Bar up ahead.
Believe me, they really hid this DSA away.
There were two guys standing back there, but not together. As I walked in the one guy left and I lit up my smoke and of course, made sure not to make eye contact with the other guy.
Like in an elevator.
But it wasn't working. I could feel him staring at me, finally, I cracked and turned around to face him.
"WHat?"
"I know you man."
" I'm not sure from where, but I know I know you."
I looked at him close, "Sorry, you don't look the slightest bit familiar to me," and I started to turn away, his looking at me was startiing to creep me out.
"Wait,, wait,,,,,,Nebo! That's it. Nebo. Where's Smidgy?"
At first I just looked at him.
"I'm Goofyfan1," he said.
"Randy?"
"In the flesh."
"No, don't do that, where's Connie?"
Randy and Connie were regular readers and posters from earlier trip reports, before they switched to Facebook, but for some reason I pictured them much younger at the time, but this bearded dude appeared to be about my age.
Then he recognized Smidgy before she even got close, and he told us that Connie is not gonna believe him, she was riding the Safari ride with her sister, and she's going to be upset.
That was really cool, being recognized by a trip report reader and made my day.
Diane took our picture together with his cell phone to show Connie, but I told him we just couldn't wait because we need to catch the next Nemo show.
For a guy that made me a tad nervous at first, he turned out to be a real friendly guy. I know he said he was from one of the Dakotas, just can't remember if it was East or West. Ok, ok, it was South.
And now I have an old lady staring at me in a restaurant, who should be serving because it is crowded.
No, "Nebo?" this time. She wasn't looking at me.
She was looking at my ear.
"How you like them?"
"I thought I told you," I said, 'Over medium."
"Not yer eggs!" and she pointed to my ears.
Then she pointed to her ears, she was wearing them too, and we started talking about all the good and bad points of them, but what cracked me up was when she told me to "scrooch over," and she sat down next to me to continue talking.
Great place, I padded her tip with a couple of extra batteries.
Back at the resort, life had totally turned into a wash, rinse, repeat cycle.
Went to the pool but it was packed and Turtle Lady was open for business again. Spent that afternoon down by the beach again, couldn't wait to do the "I think I can, I think I can" routine up the hill again, but I fared better today.
One thing we were warned to bring with was a good insect repellant, especially because "no-see-ums" will drive you nuts, but I didn't see um.
Now, I've gotta be honest with you, we were there for five nights, and I was ready to go. I truly was getting bored, and I couldn't wait to get to DisneyWorld, even if it is at first only All Star Sports.
The problem with me here is that I totally started feeling like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day.
Everyday seemed the same, and when I woke up I started humming "I got you Babe" without even realizing it.
By the end of the week, I had killed a shark, saved two boys from drowning, I knew everybody, and could play concert piano.
I even gave them at Shutters a new pizza recipe that everybody raved about.
( ok, I know, that part just blew the whole story cuz we know nothing will ever get them to make real pizza.)
The night before we checked out we did run into the not so bad brother in law from New Jersey.
I gave him an extra 25% percent off coupon we had for Shutters and told him to give it to his brother in law, and tell him Blago wants him to have the best.
Yep, can't wait to get over to All Star Sports, then we'll get some action!
There's an old saying, "be carefull what you wish for, you just might get it!"
If I had only known.
If I had only known that it was now called "MOTEL HELL!"
adios
I love your sense of humor, I just couldn't stop reading 
I couldn't believe my eyes when I read that, I really felt sorry for you & your wife 
I just seen the notification I had for your trip report (Thanks BTW
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You just can't imagine the sickening feeling in your stomach when now you purposely have to go the opposite way you want to.l
My husband and I are with you, we both don't like beaches or the ocean. The last time I was at a beach was probably 1987. Give me a pool - there's no creatures in there. Well usually. 
