Happyhaunt Halloweenie ~ Unplanned, Unfinished and Unrepentant (new pg# 14, Nov. 19)

[bdg100]

And, I got over that deleting posts deal. Sort of.

BDG

 

[Yzma and Kronk]

Hey Yak!!! Thanks for popping by. Check the weather AGAIN today, huh?!!!

How Canukian of us - discussing the weather so much

But it's rockin'.

Xmas lights are going up. Lawn furniture is going down (in the basement)

And since it's so nice you are excused from more TR.

For now. But it's going to rain on Friday - soooooo....

eenie, meanie, miney, mo too!

 

[ZZUB]

Unbelievable, I know. But I like livin' on a wing and a prayer. Also I like just livin' on a prayer. Sticking to your guns. Never saying die. Keeping the faith. That every word is a piece of my heart, that I'll be there for you and that you give love a bad name.

It's The Tao of Jovi.

Now THIS was funny. Not the quoting of Bon Jovi lyrics. Been done to death. Like images of Jessie Jackson crying last night. But the Tao of Jovi. That was unusually clever and witty. Good show, Mel.

 

[LaLa]

uchoay. issedmay ouyay eanmay tiay.

BDG

S.P.ay Oticenay owhay Iay idn'tday skay fiay ouyay eedednay aay objay?

miay aaay inderkay oremay entlegay dgbay.

"Somebody hand me a toilet bowl brush 'cause I'm one hungry bluejay."

That's what I got out of that.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Also there will be more on Day One. Including the finale.

So yesterday I met The General for lunch at Red Lobster. The restaurant is located roughly halfway between our two towns. Not unlike the haunted house which lies halfway between Stephanie Pepper and Tommy Tribble's homes in my absolute favourite Pop-up book. What I'm saying here is that I had about a half-hour drive and so did The General.

An hour before we were to meet I phoned The General so she could hang up on Me(l). No. Actually I also was going to ask her to bring something along for me. No answer. I didn't bother phoning her cell phone which we bought for her years ago for Christmas because it is locked in her trunk, in the original box and I'm sure the battery ran out about ten years ago. Also it's so large that probably only ZZUB's massive ceps and delts could get it outta the boot. I think.

Where was I? Oh. Ok. She was already gone. I waited until twenty minutes before we were to meet and then I left. So I arrived and greeted The General, "When the heck did you leave?"

An hour... OR SO...ago. She said.

"So... what have you been doing for the last, like, half hour? Sir?" I wondered aloud.

"What are you talking about Melancholy? I just got here. What are you wearing? How can you walk in those? You'll end up with toes like kielbasa."

*sigh*

So we went in, were seated and looked at the menu.

I already know what I want... about 37 Cheddar Bay Biscuits, please...so I look around instead of studying the menu.

I notice seven things:

1. Everyone there is elderly.
2. Even most of the servers are oldish and matronly looking.
3. I'm glad they're not wearing Hooter's uniforms.
4. My own outfit looks outta place here.
5. But NOT at Hooters.
6. Everyone is dressed in brown. Or beige.
7. Most people there probably have a Do Not Resuscitate order on record.
8. Everyone is wearing beige shoes with velcro closures, Crocs or Birkenstocks with socks.
9. Due to the fact I like Crocs and also love the colour brown... I may need to be issuing a DNR with my doctor. Soon.
10. There are lunch-sized portions of the fish entrees.
11. The decor is all dark woods and the place is split into several long and narrow dark rooms. Like coffins.
11.3 They have crap beer on tap.
12. And Why? do I think it's Heaven's Waiting Room and not Hell's? Because no one here is dressed like Me(l). Heh heh.

Anywho... I leaned forwards and whispered to The General, "Are you trying to tell me something, Mom?".

She said "WHAT?"

I explained my observations.

She made me pay for lunch.


Ok.

Speaking of food... back at WDW Calvin and I were pretty DARN hungry around 11:00...errr... 10:00pm. So we hauled our luggage up the last step and around a Disney's Magical Express bus which had just pulled up and was unloading guests and entered Disney's Animal Kingdom Resort.

YEAH BAYBEE!!!! It smelled just as good as we remembered.

Barry White said, "BEEF!". Really really loudly.

And Mel Happyhaunt quietly laughed.

The lobby was fairly quiet and there were several CMs around. One passed by us and smiled, "Hello"!

Barry White said, "Howdy.".

I suggested to Calvin that we get in line. Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, HURRY UP!!!! Before all the folks from the bus get in ahead of us.

We stopped admiring the lobby and scurried into line. We were second. There was only one couple in front of us.

But, before you knew it, there was a whole bunch of people behind us.

And...RIGHT BEHIND US... unbelievably... was the family from the AirTran line. Yep. The two parents and their four little kids.

Holy CRAP!!!

We all looked at each other and then laughed. I asked the mom if she was ready for a little more Donald Duck. She asked Me(l) if we'd ever stayed here before. I admitted we had and she had a bunch of questions about the rooms and the beds and some other stuff. Unfortunately I told her we were DVC and couldn't help with questions about the regular rooms. I did, in fact, tell her that she could probably squeeze them all into a DVC Studio. And still have room for the grandparents. Also I suggested they pool hop to Stormalong Bay. 'Cause it's pretty cool.

Heh heh.

We chatted for a bit... I what I'm tryin' to say. Until we got the signal from the checkin CM and I dragged The Donald off his stage and away from the four dampish, entralled kids. I also wiped all the spit off his chin. Chest. And forearms.

The Checkin CM was a lovely looking girl from...errr... somewhere. Else. But she spoke english pretty well. She wasn't overly friendly but whatever. And after I said "Cheers!", I gave her our name. She did all her computer stuff, took my credit card and busted out some KTTK. One for Mel Happyhaunt and one for "Kevin" Happyhaunt.

Cool. That's one nickname Calvin actually hasn't had yet.

Then she grabbed a map and pointed to our room's location.

Uh oh.

Bad. Bad. Bad. Not. Good. I thought it was very not what I wanted.

I rummaged around and found my reservation confirmation. Unballed it and smoothed it out on the counter.

Looky.

Looky here.

This here says "savannah view". I think.

Miss Mary McMiffed sniffed. And took the confirmation and disappeared through the door behind her.

THE DOOR!!!!


OH NO THE DOOR!!!!


Nothing, in our experience, good comes from the CM Checkerinerperson disappearing through that freakin' door.

Usually you end up staring off your balcony at magical dumpsters. And watching small trickly rivers of liquid sludge run down a central magical drain.

I know this. For a fact. NOVWL.

Anywho... she came back eventually with a new room and new KTTK.

One for Mel Happyhaunt and one for Kevin Happyhaunt.

So all was wellish.

We thanked her and wished Miss Mary McMiffed a "Magical Day".

'Cause we sure weren't gettin' one outta her.

Then we waved goodbye to our new Line-up family friends, wished them a good trip and told them one mug was plenty for all of them, not only for THIS trip... but for all future ones, too.

Then we ran like we knew where we were going.

Unfortunately I am directly challenged. Due to my status as a Happyhaunt.

We found our room but made a large loopy tour around and back to the lobby before realizing the best way to our room was to use the lobby elevators and then taking the lobby bridge across to our room which was just around the corner there. Right off the lobby.

We basically opened the door, heaved our stuff in and turned around and ran back across the bridge for the elevators.

But first I went back and double-checked that the door was locked. Ok. I checked it another few times as well.

OCD freak. NOMel.

We bolted down to The Mara, ran inside and gasped that we hoped we could order some food. Still. Being that 11:30pm was the closing time.

That's when we were informed we were running off kilter. NOOffKilter.

And THAT'S when I regretted not wearing a watch. Or a ring watch. Or a stop watch. Or a sports watch on my purse. Or a pocket watch.

Ok. Basically for a moment I DID regret not having a watch of any sort. Just for a moment tho. Because I really fancied eating at Wolfgang Puck Express that evening.

Calvin wasn't bummed tho. He was visibly tired. And on our last trip he had ordered chichen fingers and fries here one night for dinner but pretty much immediately regretted not getting the fried shrimp and fries. So he ordered that. I ordered the same thing I had ordered here on our last trip: Falafel pita with couscous salad.

We got a water to share and some ketchp and honey mustard dip for the fries and sat down to FINALLY eat.

We shared everything. The Koala and I like to share our food because we both like lots of different little tastes more than a big amount of one thing. We'd be the perfect people for buffets.

Except, for the most part, they gross us out. And make us imagine the unimaginable, evil things people might have done to the food and even the utensils. Like the BIG servings SPOONS. For example. NOBigspoon.

OCD freaks. NOKevin.

I must report... without pictures this time 'cause I'm having problems in that department... that the food was hot, fresh and good. For what it was. The shrimp were plentiful and large and they had been butterflied, handily removing the disgusting poop tract for us. The fries were hot and crisp. Made just for us. As not too many other people were eating dinner at 11:45...errr... 10:45pm. The pita was soft and not too thick. I HATE that. And there was almost too much filling. The filling included a slight minty taste which was nice. And the cold couscous salad ROCKED.

LOVE the COUS COUS!!!

It's so nice I said it twice.


We shared everything and Calvin liked it so much that he wanted to come back again and get the falafel once more. The next morning. For breakfast.

I LOVE THAT BOY!!!!!

Dinner was not very expensive and for the second time we had been well-pleased by The Mara and it's offerings.


We WILL be back.

Especially if I don't have a watch by the next trip.


Basically that was Day One, folks. We went back to our room, unpacked the stuff we'd brought and turned in. We didn't even bother going out on the balcony and checking out our view. We glanced to make sure it was, in fact, the savannah. And not Savannah Georgia. Via the dumpsters. But we were beat. Tired. Exhausted and three other words which mean pooped.

We knew we had a big day ahead of us. Typhoon Lagoon and then dinner at 'Ohanas followed by MNSSHP!!!! I needed a good solid three hour Disney sleep. Which is about all I ever get because I usually wake up around fourish and can't go back to sleep.

I'm a kid. At heart.

But I wear a woman's kick-butt boots. And I think maybe I swear too much.


Oh.


I'm a bad kid!!!!


Crap.

So...that's the finale. Sorry. Not much of a finale. There's no fireworks. There's no music. There's no glow sticks and cocktails.

There was, however, a little gas. NOMel.


Gotta jump and run, folks. Be back later.


Cheers, Melly.

 

[Stacybaeasm]

Once again, spit my diet coke out because I was laughing so hard while I was reading. At least today, I was home and not at work! Listen, if you need a watch for the next trip, give me a heads up. I MIGHT have one I could spare for you to use.

Oh, and if you COULD get me that pimp clock that I could hang around my neck, that would be the BESTest present ever!

 

[TarzansKat]

I just can't get over the personal Barry White that accompanies you on your trip. What a sense of humor, eh?

No idea where he gets it from...

 

[GreatBiscuit]

I already know what I want... about 37 Cheddar Bay Biscuits, please...

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm biscuits. I think the seafood at RL is okay...but Cheddar Bay biscuits are the bum diggity. Def worth the price of admission. As to the rest of the intallment, kudos on line management, dumpster avoidance, eventual discover of assigned domicile location and late night hunger abatement.

 

[bdg100]

"Somebody hand me a toilet bowl brush 'cause I'm one hungry bluejay."

That's what I got out of that.

You, my pig latin impaired friend, need to brush up on your linguistic skills.

And, YOU, my frozen friend from the GREAT NORTH, need to brush.

BDG

 

[ZZUB]

I think maybe I swear too much.

It's sad that I don't actually know you. B/c one day you will die. Probably before me. And if I knew you, I'd come to your funeral, open the coffin to confirm you were dead by sticking a 3-pronged fork in your preternaturally hairy neck and then I'd eulogize you. Properly. By saying, "Here lies Mel. I think she swore too much. And wore too much cologne. And had noticable problems digesting beets. But she was wicked funny."

Yup. Sure is a shame I don't actually know you.

Now then. I'm so rednecked that I actually like me some Red Lobster. Which Mrs. Z hates. Almost as much as she hates Denny's. But not quite. She doesn't hate anyplace as much as Denny's. Not even Arby's. Although she's no fan of the Golden Corral either. So those two she hates worse than anything. But about once a year I can drag her into a RL for some wicked tasty cheddar biscuits and crab legs soaked in enough artery clogging butter that maybe if you knew me you could come to my funeral one day and deliver a eulogy like this, "Here lies ZZUB. Dude. It's hard to believe with guns as big as his that he surrendered to death. Surely he did not go quietly. ZZUB was the funniest person I've ever known. And the best writer as well. It was his world and I just lived in it." Then, as is set forth in the relevant instructions in my will, you would shout, "ROLL TIDE NOW AND FOREVER!!!!"

But you probably do that every day anyhow, right?

I've always thought you were a little touched in the head (despite ample evidence you were, in fact, massively deranged). What kind of nut job checks into a room in a hotel, any hotel, let alone one in Disney World, and doesn't check out the view?!

 

[bdg100]

What a year for the Crimson Tide. Good luck the remainder of season.

BDG

 

[Mrs. The King]

It's sad that I don't actually know you. B/c one day you will die. Probably before me. And if I knew you, I'd come to your funeral, open the coffin to confirm you were dead by sticking a 3-pronged fork in your preternaturally hairy neck and then I'd eulogize you. Properly. By saying, "Here lies Mel. I think she swore too much. And wore too much cologne. And had noticable problems digesting beets. But she was wicked funny."

Yup. Sure is a shame I don't actually know you.

Now then. I'm so rednecked that I actually like me some Red Lobster. Which Mrs. Z hates. Almost as much as she hates Denny's. But not quite. She doesn't hate anyplace as much as Denny's. Not even Arby's. Although she's no fan of the Golden Corral either. So those two she hates worse than anything. But about once a year I can drag her into a RL for some wicked tasty cheddar biscuits and crab legs soaked in enough artery clogging butter that maybe if you knew me you could come to my funeral one day and deliver a eulogy like this, "Here lies ZZUB. Dude. It's hard to believe with guns as big as his that he surrendered to death. Surely he did not go quietly. ZZUB was the funniest person I've ever known. And the best writer as well. It was his world and I just lived in it." Then, as is set forth in the relevant instructions in my will, you would shout, "ROLL TIDE NOW AND FOREVER!!!!"

But you probably do that every day anyhow, right?

I've always thought you were a little touched in the head (despite ample evidence you were, in fact, massively deranged). What kind of nut job checks into a room in a hotel, any hotel, let alone one in Disney World, and doesn't check out the view?!

Oh. My Dog. Oh Don Piano. This actually hurt me I laughed so hard.

 

[AshClan]

Fried shrimp at Mara. Added to my April list. Thanks for that!

I have never been to Red Lobster OR Dennys, TFI. I'm thinking that may be a good thing?? Though I do like the sound of cheddar biscuits, NOGreatBiscuit.

A new Hooters just opened up a couple of towns over. Never been to one of those, either. I will be checking it out soon. Me and my teenaged sons. No choice in the matter, really. I'll get you a t-shirt, Mel. A brown one.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

The kids have the day off school and we're about to go away for the weekend. So it's Happy-As-Crap-I-Don't-Have-To-Come-Up-With-A-New-And-Exciting-Dinner-Recipe-Which-Everyone-Will-Like-Except-For-Beth-Day. So I'm pretty jazzed. It's also the day, a week after Hallowe'en, where I throw caution to the wind (yes I do it once annually. Throw caution. Or do I?)... and tell the three kids that they have exactly 20 minutes to make a sizeable dent in their heap of Hallowe'en candy before I go through and cull it. For the season. You see... I like them to finish it off in a couple of weeks so that their teeth survive till Christmas and also, hopefully, adulthood. NOLa. NOB. So I throw a bunch of it out. I give them less than a half an hour to pork out, once a year, before I separate and chuck. I find this less than a satisfying cull. Completely unlike the satisfaction I get from going through a large herd of hot wings with bleu cheese. And about a carrot stick and a half. To aid digestion.

Where was I?

Oh. I was about to respond to your posts... yeah... that was it.

Very funny Mel. You know good and darn well that I was born without a tongue. Or an eye.

BDG

You were? Gee. I totally forgot. It's been awhile since I've been around tho.

To refresh the 'ol memory please forward a couple photos of yourself.

To La La.

And please make sure you're dressed like your favourite member of High School Musical. The musical. The orginal.


Thankyouforyourtimeandeffort.

And, I got over that deleting posts deal. Sort of.

BDG

Heh heh.

No you didn't.

I'd remind you once again that I could read your deleted posts.

How Canukian of us - discussing the weather so much

But it's rockin'.

Xmas lights are going up. Lawn furniture is going down (in the basement)

And since it's so nice you are excused from more TR.

For now. But it's going to rain on Friday - soooooo....

eenie, meanie, miney, mo too!

Is it raining today? Yak?

No. Not. Baybee.

But I am excused because I am outta here pretty soon.

Sorry.

Heh heh. The "sorry" was just in there 'cause we're so Canukian too.

I'm sorry that I'm not really sorry.


Roll tide.

Now THIS was funny. Not the quoting of Bon Jovi lyrics. Been done to death. Like images of Jessie Jackson crying last night. But the Tao of Jovi. That was unusually clever and witty. Good show, Mel.

What are you trying to do? Give me an embolism?

"Somebody hand me a toilet bowl brush 'cause I'm one hungry bluejay."

That's what I got out of that.

I know I already commented on this in an edit. But this made me laugh SO FREAKIN' HARD that I have to comment again.

It also made Calvin laugh so freakin' hard too. Because I had to share it with someone who would appreciate it as much as Me(l). Just the sentence itself... no context needed... KILLS me.

It killed him too.

He also added it into the end of his grace before dinner last night.

DED!!!!!!

DEDEDEDED.

(the LOOK on Mellyman's face!!!!)

Oh.

My.


I'm weak. Again.

Once again, spit my diet coke out because I was laughing so hard while I was reading. At least today, I was home and not at work! Listen, if you need a watch for the next trip, give me a heads up. I MIGHT have one I could spare for you to use.

Oh, and if you COULD get me that pimp clock that I could hang around my neck, that would be the BESTest present ever!

Here's something to keep between us friends: I'm a bit of a snorter. Yep. I'm not proud of this but it's true. When I laugh real real hard sometimes I snort powerfully.

I have snorted enough Coke (NOMarionBarry), Diet Coke and reallyreally hot tea through my nose reading these boards, thru the years, that I really fear for my long-term health. And keyboard.

I just can't get over the personal Barry White that accompanies you on your trip. What a sense of humor, eh?

No idea where he gets it from...

Thanks. Dude. It really makes me laugh, too. It never seems to get old or stale. (NOZZUB)

Actually... Calvin is really funny. I love spending time with him.

And also with Tommy and Beth. And that is the reason you should not expect more of this tripe crap until Monday at the earliest. When ZZUB's new nonChaptercrapter. Will be out. And everyone will read that instead.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm biscuits. I think the seafood at RL is okay...but Cheddar Bay biscuits are the bum diggity. Def worth the price of admission. As to the rest of the intallment, kudos on line management, dumpster avoidance, eventual discover of assigned domicile location and late night hunger abatement.

In Canada, Biscuie, we say "Bomb Diggity". Instead. But I find I prefer your version. You also are pretty funny with your comments here and on other tripes. Thanks for staying on board.

And keep it up! The funny. I mean.

Or I'll hurt you.

Heh heh.

You, my pig latin impaired friend, need to brush up on your linguistic skills.

And, YOU, my frozen friend from the GREAT NORTH, need to brush.

BDG

Don't you mean wash my mouth out with soap?

'Cause THAT I'm probably remiss on. Now that The General lives in another town.

My hair, tho, looks great today. Thankyouverymuch. And I actually enjoy brushing it. It feels good.

BENEMBER that ZZUB? BENEMBER? Benember how good that used to feel? Sixty years ago or so? Benember? Buddy?

It's sad that I don't actually know you. B/c one day you will die. Probably before me. And if I knew you, I'd come to your funeral, open the coffin to confirm you were dead by sticking a 3-pronged fork in your preternaturally hairy neck and then I'd eulogize you. Properly. By saying, "Here lies Mel. I think she swore too much. And wore too much cologne. And had noticable problems digesting beets. But she was wicked funny."

Yup. Sure is a shame I don't actually know you.

Now then. I'm so rednecked that I actually like me some Red Lobster. Which Mrs. Z hates. Almost as much as she hates Denny's. But not quite. She doesn't hate anyplace as much as Denny's. Not even Arby's. Although she's no fan of the Golden Corral either. So those two she hates worse than anything. But about once a year I can drag her into a RL for some wicked tasty cheddar biscuits and crab legs soaked in enough artery clogging butter that maybe if you knew me you could come to my funeral one day and deliver a eulogy like this, "Here lies ZZUB. Dude. It's hard to believe with guns as big as his that he surrendered to death. Surely he did not go quietly. ZZUB was the funniest person I've ever known. And the best writer as well. It was his world and I just lived in it." Then, as is set forth in the relevant instructions in my will, you would shout, "ROLL TIDE NOW AND FOREVER!!!!"

But you probably do that every day anyhow, right?

I've always thought you were a little touched in the head (despite ample evidence you were, in fact, massively deranged). What kind of nut job checks into a room in a hotel, any hotel, let alone one in Disney World, and doesn't check out the view?!

*Whew* I'm sure glad you wrapped that up the way you did.

'Cause I suspect I was starting to enjoy it.


*gag*

What a year for the Crimson Tide. Good luck the remainder of season.

BDG

Stop talking to ZZUB. On my trippie.

Please go to HIS trippie and yak (NOYAK) away.

I do, however, appreciate the sentiment.

Oh. My Dog. Oh Don Piano. This actually hurt me I laughed so hard.

BORG!!!! Baybee.

Maybe we SHOULD do WDW together.

It'd hurt real good.

Fried shrimp at Mara. Added to my April list. Thanks for that!

I have never been to Red Lobster OR Dennys, TFI. I'm thinking that may be a good thing?? Though I do like the sound of cheddar biscuits, NOGreatBiscuit.

A new Hooters just opened up a couple of towns over. Never been to one of those, either. I will be checking it out soon. Me and my teenaged sons. No choice in the matter, really. I'll get you a t-shirt, Mel. A brown one.

Mellyman and Me(l) have been to Hooters once or twice. Over the years.

I'll admit.

"Date Night".

Heh heh.

He kills me DED sometimes. It's the market analyst in him.

And...


He claims they have good chicken wings.

He knows I'll do just about anything to get in on a bucket of 50. Hot and honey. With a pitcher of beer. 40,000 napkins. Hockey talk and dirty jokes.

I'm a "guy's date night guy" that way. I think.

And, you know what, I don't even mind tipping the poor Hooter's waitresses. Poor things. They have so much to carry around.


Alright.

I gotta run.


Roll Tide and Rama Jama Purple People Eater!!!!


Cheers, Melly.

 

[Mrs. The King]

If you and I went to Disney together, by the time they were able to forcibly eject us, Mickey would be pantless, Minnie would have a tramp stamp. All food would be delivered on the hairy backs of lawyers and fireworks would be launching out of Twiddle and Twaddle, or whatever those creepy guys are named.



And we would be drinking

 

[Frickles]

I see that hammer toes is back.

"Somebody hand me a toilet bowl brush 'cause I'm one hungry bluejay."

That's what I got out of that.

You are dead on girl!

You made me Laffy Taffy.

Mel Hi! This lil funny gets you two crab claws (NOLa) up!

I already know what I want... about 37 Cheddar Bay Biscuits, please...so I look around instead of studying the menu.

I notice seven things:

1. Everyone there is elderly.
2. Even most of the servers are oldish and matronly looking.
3. I'm glad they're not wearing Hooter's uniforms.
4. My own outfit looks outta place here.
5. But NOT at Hooters.
6. Everyone is dressed in brown. Or beige.
7. Most people there probably have a Do Not Resuscitate order on record.
8. Everyone is wearing beige shoes with velcro closures, Crocs or Birkenstocks with socks.
9. Due to the fact I like Crocs and also love the colour brown... I may need to be issuing a DNR with my doctor. Soon.
10. There are lunch-sized portions of the fish entrees.
11. The decor is all dark woods and the place is split into several long and narrow dark rooms. Like coffins.
11.3 They have crap beer on tap.
12. And Why? do I think it's Heaven's Waiting Room and not Hell's? Because no one here is dressed like Me(l). Heh heh.

I can hook you up with some SAS shoes from our local elderly shoe store if you go back to RL again.

But about once a year I can drag her into a RL for some wicked tasty cheddar biscuits and crab legs soaked in artery clogging butter

Now I've got a horrible mental image of you holding up a greasy leg (a crab's leg, not yours) and butter running down your arms and glistening from your goatie. Cause I'm sure you probably put down about 4 little pails of butter while you're there on all you can eat night.

 

[Sleeping*Beauty]

I'm loving this trip report. I really hope you finish this one!

 

[burly]

Mel a finger watch!!
Also i love me some cous cous, but when i order it the kids repeat it over and over and annoy me. Of course they do things like this to drive me, their mother, nuts.
cous cous it's fun to say.

 

[Ron from Michigan]

O.K. Mel the weekend is over. Wait, maybe in Canada the weekends are longer. So maybe the weekend is not really over. Now I am really confused. Are the weekends in Canada longer or not ? Oh well I'm just glad you made it through the first day. Now if we can get to the 2nd day.

 

[GreatBiscuit]

So I saw your lengthy reply on Zzub's thread and I said to myself "Self, Mel's gonna give us a new post any minute" Yep...that's what I said alright.