Now, I'm sure we've all seen Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Whether you've seen the fabulous original version or the creepy Johnny Depp version (no offense Depp, but you WERE creepy), you'll be able to relate to the following story.
You know the part where Charlie purchases the ONE Wonka bar with the money he finds in the street, and such the production is made of him opening the bar to find whether or not his contains an elusive Golden Ticket? Well, I myself had flashbacks of that movie scene today.
With Botox being sick and DH being at work ALL night, the thought of cooking dinner was beyond my mental capacity this evening. What is one to do when they're exhausted, hungry, without much actual money, and Disney obsessed?
To those beautiful golden arches:
Did I really think I'd win anything? No. I am not a lucky person. I never have been. I truly don't think I've won ANYTHING, and I mean EVER.
But I am a sucker, and I thought to myself, "Well, there is a small chance right? Someone has to win." Clearly I was the type of person in mind when the lotto was created.
As you can see, I located my toy package. I had requested a toy for a boy (I wanted that fake tattoo!), but like MickeyD's everywhere, the high school student had trouble with that simple request, and thus I ended up with a toy designed for a princess.
Here's my very own Wonka moment. Will I find a golden ticket inside? (Question: Do these packages say Look Inside in Spanish in all McDonald's? Is that just a South Florida thing?)
After tearing carefully, ripping with my full strength, gnawing with my teeth, and then finally getting up for the scissors, I finally got the package opened.
Here is what I came face to face with...
Oh look...what a shocker...I didn't win anything!
Well, there's always next time! (Tomorrow maybe

...)
Looks like I'm still paying for my own Disney trip.