If it's Tuesday, this must be Epcot. ALL FINISHED, PLEASE MOVE ME OUT. SO TIRED.

[nebo]

Man, Atlanta killed us. We were making such good time, I had visions of Valdosta dancing in my brain. ( that's the town on the border of Georgia/Florida.) geesh.

A major accident, all lanes blocked. I had to keep telling myself, just be glad it's not us, hope nobody was really hurt.
The plan is to drive until almost dark, then find a place to stay.

WHAT? You didn't make ressies? No, not this time. Last time I did that, I felt we still had an hour of drive time in us.

We make it to Ashburn, see a sign that says 35 a night for a Days Inn.

Crap.

Not the dreaded Days Inn thing again.
But it was ok. Just to sleep in you know? At least for this one I didn't find a bag of pot sitting under the bed like the last time.

And yes, those days are long gone. Not much fun in smoking that crap knowing I'll be asleep in 15 minutes anyway.

Ok, back on the road by 6, and it's just a terrific day. The sun is out, she isn't sleeping, and we are getting close.

I put in my last Disney cd.

"Welcome to the Walt Disneyworld monorail, our highway in the sky."

Yeah, even had that on there.

"Please store all loose items in the pouch in front of you, time travel commences in T minus 10 seconds."
I thought it was cool, from the Dinosaur ride.
Ok, I lost her during the Country bear jamboree.

As I'm singing along, "Momma don't whup litlle Buford, " I see she's got the pillow out again, oh well, guess she's just not into classical music.

The rest of the drive goes uneventful, {which is how I like it} and we check into the evil empire.

Now I"m not going into this part of the trip, I'll just say it was nice. We met a couple of friends down there that flew down for 3 days and had a nice time.

I like Uni a lot, But we love Disney!

I did feel bad on our last day, our friends had to fly back the day before, it was all over for them, and ours hadn't really started yet.

Um, ok, I lied. There is one story I'd like to share from there, if the mods will allow it.
It'll be hard to explain, bear with me here.

We stayed at the Royal Pac last year. And this year it seemed kinda like we had the same room. Two differences though. The room was in the same tower, same hallway, same distance down the hallway, but this time it wasn't on the lobby level, one floor up.
And directly across the hall.
If last year it was 305, this time it was 406.

Now, I"m the pokey one, especially after a day in the park I'm always about 3 steps behind Diane.
As we came back one afternoon, she went right past where the short hallway that holds the elevators is.

I brilliantly siezed up the situation and realized she's heading toward our room from last year. heh

I ducked to the right, frantically pushed the up button, and got in.
Just before the door totally closed, this arm stuck through.
Ha Ha, thought you got me there. Yeah, I figured it out.

Crap, so close.
So, now we are on the floor we need to be, and of course, I am still 3 steps behind.

But she still goes to the side of the hall that was our room from last year.

I can't believe it!

As she is trying to open some stranger's room's door, I am slipping my room card right across from her into the right door.

Got the door open, got inside, and threw the dead bolt. Yep, I'm mean.

Bang, bang, bang

"Who is it?"
"Ha ha, real funny. "
"Who is it?"
"C'mon, open the door"
"Diane?"
"yes of coarse, Diane"
"Diane's not here"

This is probably a "you had to be there time, but i laughed for half an hour.

And so, it is wednsday, about 11:30 and we are pulling out of there.
This is gonna be one busy day, check in to French Quarter, then make it to Epcot to see the Association, then dinner in Canada.

There is something about getting off of I4 at the Disney exit that get's my heart pounding. I think it's the purple signs that do me in. Yep, now we are home.

Of coarse we follow the purple signs to Port Orleans,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and end up pulling into just about the Epcot parking lot.

Oops.
Got directions back from the toll guy, and this time it worked.

This is the part I hate.

Checking in is never easy. At least for us. Reason?

We are the dreaded smoking couple. And there are now few smoking rooms left in the resorts.
So, it doesn't really matter how many months you reserved a "smoking room", you are still at their mercy.
It seems like every check in ends up with the clerk having to get the manager. I feel like I could save time by just walking up and asking for the manager right away.

We walk up to the front desk, give our last name and wait to see what happens.
Now, I have researched this, I know that buildings 2 and 4 have smoking rooms. I am ready for her.

She get's off the computer and say's
"ok, Steve, your in building 2, room 2204.
me: I'm sorry, that won't be acceptible. We reserved this room..........huh?
what was that?

They got me.
No hassles, no problems. And it was a terrific room, one door around the corner from a total river view. Boy, just when you think you can count on Disney, they let ya down.

We get all sitchyated and it's time to head over to Epcot.
I am really looking forward to hearing the Association. Hey, I'm old, I grew up listening to them. Cherish, Along came Mary, which is all about pot doncha know, Never my love, lots of hits.

Got there with about a half hour to spare. And it's about 93 degrees that afternoon.

In the shade.

Only problem is, the line is not in the shade.

Had to wait until about ten minutes prior before they let us into the theater.

Lotta good that did, most of the "American gardens theatre" is in the sun anyway.

Just before I passed out the band started. Now, I know I'm a fan.
And I know they are older now. Ok, maybe just plain old.

But they sucked.
People actually got up and left, I felt embarrassed for them.
I guess it's kinda hard for a group that's known for it's harmony when you all sound like Walter Brennan.

Well, dag nab it, I gotta go now, tbc sat. at the latest.
thanks to the readers that have responded, I appreciate it and can always use words of encouragement. especially since i'm so shy and insecure. ha

 

[tiggerbell]

You found pot at a Days Inn????? I just got to see a bunch of hookers! My husband (at the time - and no, we're not divorced because of the hookers!) was even asked about a date when he ran back to the car! (We were in Memphis, btw.)

 

[heaven2dc]

ok - I'm HOOKED!! Great reading so far - hope you are going to include pics (too bad about the Association - I'm an over-50 gal myself and I would have loved to have seen them. Growing old stinks!!)

 

[nebo]

With the Association finally ending their misery, (and ours), we had some time to kill before our 7 ADR at Le Cellier. Got right in at the beginning of Reflections of China, never seen this show before.
It's ok, but man, the on-screen host? What an arrogant little ******* .
I prefer the like movie in Canada.

Working our way back to dinner, we stopped for a bit and saw The Brittish Invasion was starting soon. We had the time so we waited.

Looking around, you know, just checking it out, I started thinking.
Man, I love it here.\
The other place is ok, but I just don't get that feeling that I do when I'm in Disney's world. I also wasn't sure how I'd be feeling now that our friends had left and we were on our own.

I found out I liked it just fine. Don't get me wrong, we like our friends and had a good time with them, but it's hard enough for 2 people to agree what to do, much less 4.
"What? You don't want to spend any time by the pool?"
"At all?"

Besides. They drank most of our rum.

Kidding.

So now I only have one person to control. heh

The band started and they were pretty good.
Better than the Association that's for sure.

I really cracked up when the one band member said when doing the introductions, " So. Anybody here from out of town?"

Struck me funny when about 150 people stuck up their hands.

Oh Canada.
We love this restaurant, our second time here.
And, oh boy, I get to make a fool out of myself again.

It happened like this.

We got there and our table was ready. I mean immediately.
Now, that's usually good news but doesn't always work so swell for me.
You see I am extremely nearsighted, even had my lenses removed just to get me back in the ballpark where glasses or contacts can help me again.

I see ok, but when I'm outside on a sunny day, if I go into a dark room or ride, I'm blind.
Totally.

So as the hostess says to follow her, we did.
Well, at least wifey did.

I made it about 20 feet amongst the tables and lost them.
Scared to death I was going to end up in someone's lap.

"Hi, you don't mind if I join you for the next 20 minutes or so while I wait for my eyes to adjust do you?"
"I'll have a bottle of Moosehead." "Thank you."

And now I'm too far in to even go back.

So, I do the only thing I can do.

I just stand there.
Sooner or later, she's going to look up to ask me what I'm having 'cuz I always have to say first and hopefully realize i'm not there.

Luckily, it wasn't too long a wait.

This happens to me on a lot of rides too, especially Space Mountain.
It's like a real life "Sounds Dangerous."

"I'm sorry, I forgot."
No problem, they thought I was an animatronic.

We each had the fillet but hers was a dollar more. Hers had a different glace I believe and maybe bacon also. They were both great though I did like hers a tad better.
And of course we started with the cheddar cheese soup. That's the best.
And the garlic mashed potaotes? The best.
And followed with maple creme brulee. The best.

Yep, love this place. THE BEST!

Our bill would have been 105 with tip. Even buying the dining plan is worth it.

Back outside it was darking out as my son used to say, so we headed through Showcase Plaza over to Mexico.

We think it's the best place to watch Illuminations from.

Sshhh.

On the way we stopped for a couple of 'ritas. The multicolored festival ones doncha know.

After a smoke and more wandering, we headed into the Cantina just for a look see.

Holy cow! These people were just getting up from the table right by the rail.

Leaving!

Nobody gives up that table before the show. NOBODY

It's prime turf. The best.

Still got a bit over a half hour till the show but couldn't ask for better.
We toast.

And then.

And then we meet the tourist.

The french tourist.

From hell.

THE FRENCH TOURIST FROM HELL!

She came onto the terrace, squeezed between two tables, and got up to the rail, just to the right of us.
Then 3 more joined her.

There isn't enough room for them, and I can see her glancing at us.
And I can see Diane seeing her glance at us.

UH OH

I can tell, I can feel it, I can see it coming.

Gonna get ugly.

Big time.

So, I do the only thing I can do in this circumstance.

"Be right back, gonna find a john."

Yep. I'm no fool. Besides, she handles these things better on her own.

I go and take care of business, not too quickly of course, and start making my way through the now crowded cantina again.

Crap, too soon, situation hasn't reached red alert just yet.
Then I see them make their move. Squeeze in between our table and the rail
effectively setting up an Illuminations eclipse.
The people at the table next to us tried to complain, but they were just ignored.
Their butts were literally hanging over our table.

Diane explodes.

"HEY! GET YOUR BUTTS OFF OF MY TABLE!
"No, we came all the way from France, we paid good money to be here."

This was in a real broken english.

Wifey is breathing fire now.

"FRANCE HUH? BIG SHIP!

"HOW LONG DID IT TAKE TO GET HERE?
" 6 HOURS? IT TOOK US A DAY AND A HALF TO GET HEREAND I GOTNEWSFOR YOUSISTER, IT COSTS US JUST AS MUCH MONEY AS YOU TO GET IN HERE.
SO MOVE YOUR BUTTS OR I'M GETTING THE AUTHORITIES."

Well I guess they realized that they can't push the Americans around here like they can at home and left.
And I mean left the whole area. Never saw them again.

That over with, we calmed down and enjoyed the show.
I never get tired of it, I can watch it every night of the week.

And I still get goosebumps.

After we do the Epcot escape after the show, (I used to hate this part, now we kinda turn it into a game to see how many people we can beat back to the bus stop) we get to the PO bus stop just as one is loading up.
And are the last ones aboard, standing of course.

It's straight to the room and finish unpacking, grab my book, and to bed.

Night

coming: thoughts on foreigners and:
Next on Fox: When birds attack!

 

[TwinkieMama]

Dear Sharkbait,
Love your title. I wish it was Tuesday so this could be Epcot. But it is my den aka rumpus room tastefully decorated with wall to wall legos and princess dress up clothes.
I am enjoying your trip report. I like to read about how the "other half" lives... you know, those who don't travel with strollers and diaper bags. My parents went to WDW while I was taking exams my freshman year of college. I didn't understand it then but now I do..... so good for you and Mrs. Sharkbait. I can't wait to find out what happens next,
Twinkiemama

 

[tiggerbell]

Yeah, Diane!!!!!!!!! Does she give lessons in standing your sacred, EPCOT ground?

 

[nebo]

Sorry, not an installment this time just have to say a thing or two.
Yeah, I screwed up.
I printed out what I wrote so far, and showed it to Di.

As she was reading it she would suddenly gasp. And then again later on.

Huh?

"I don't know you." "The way you use it it's "course, not coarse Mr. Scrabble"

And of COURSE she pointed out some other boo boos.

I thought I was doing ok for a big dummy.

Guess maybe I should limit the manhattans while I'm writing the reports.

Nah.

Oh, and Heaven2dc, I kinda doubt if there's going to be pics.
Even though I take a ton of pictures, they're with old Sure Shot I have.
Don't even own a digital yet.

 

[tiggerbell]

Screw the spelling, Steve! We want the STORY!!!!!

 

[nebo]

Morning.
I'm awake. Not sure I want to be but none the less, I am.
Look at my watch. 6:30. My brain kicks in and no going back to sleep now.

Then, I realize the challenge in front of me. See, I'm a morning person, she's not. It's too early for her to get up, and I'd like to keep it that way. It's better all the way around.

So, for now, we will refer to her as "She Who Must Not Be Disturbed."

There now lies the problem.
She has the world's greatest hearing. Not kidding. I can wake her up by thinking too loud.

But I need to get coffee going.
Not for her, she's a tea drinker.
For me.

And the room is dark, not much light coming through the drapes, it's just barely dawn.
Can't turn on the lights. Can't open the drapes. Have to grope my way through this.
Did a good job, didn't knock anything over, even quietly pulled the divider in front of the sinks. I go to the bathroom, put on my suit and get ready to pour a cup of coffee and sneak out the door.

She knows where I'll be.

I walk out of the bathroom.

"You forgot to push the button to the left. I turned it on for you."
Huh?
"Yeah, I woke up when I didn't hear the coffee dripping."

See what I mean? I woke her up by not turning it on.

Oh well. "Good morning."

I make a big cup in the travel mug, talk for a little bit and say I'll see you at the pool.
Fine give me about 45 minutes.

After yesterday, this is to be a more laid back day. Relax by the pool, when we're ready, head over to Animal Kingdom for extra magic hours.

Got my coffee, smokes, and of course, my Uncle John's Bathroom Reader.
I buy a new one for every vacation, they are great easy reading books about just about anything and everything.
I never take a trip without Uncle John.

Opening the door, I see it's just a perfect day out. Sun's kinda up, a little hazy that will burn off. Life is good.
This is why I like mornings so much. Especially at Disney. It's quiet, just the sounds of birds chirping, and the promise of new and exciting adventures, or new things to be discoved just waiing for you.

Or new foreigners to do battle with.

I get about 20 feet towards the elevator when I realize my foot is just killing me.

You see in the late '90s I dropped a machine on my right foot at work. Just pulverized the navicular bone into dust with a couple fractures in other areas.
5 operations later including a bone graft out of my hip, well, on trips like these with all the walking, it rebells after a while.

Looking down, it looks like when you blow up a surgical glove, pretty ugly.

I hate feet.

Luckily, I'm prepared. I backtrack to the room, go in and grab a couple of painkillers.

The good ones. The ones that start with a V and end with an N.

Hey, I'm legal. Got a prescription.

And Hey, again, If they're good enough for Rush Limbaugh, Jamie Lee Curtis, Mathew Perry, George Carlin and Brett Favre, they're good enough for me. Heh.
They don't do much for the swelling, but you don't care.
Yes, Jaimie, you're not the only one with a bad foot.
Underway again, I get down to the pool, right around the corner.
It's about 8:30 and not a single soul in sight.
It's just beautiful. I see the sun peeking over the top of our building and grab a couple of lounge chairs and get towels.

I'm lying there, not reading, and doing the checking it out thing again.

And start thinking about the foreign tourists again.

Well, the way my brain works, I had to rate them from what I had come across on vacations, in particular Disneyworld.

Here's where I get to tick a lot of people off.

Without a doubt, the worst are the French, and not from just last night, other run-ins.
I think the movie over at the french pavillion at Epcot should be redone into Depressions de France. Just show a montage of close-ups of them sneering at you.

Next worst are the Indians or Pakistani. They are just clueless.

And 3rd are the Germans. I hate to say this cuz I'm 100percent german but it's true. It's not like they try to be rude, it's more like they just don't know you are there.

On the other end of the spectrum, there is absolutely, no doubt about who the nicest, most courteous tourists are.

The Japanese.

And they don't have to be because they usually travel in packs of 50 or more.

One time last year, I was getting off Splash Mountain and iin a hurry to use our Big Thunder fastpass before it expired.

Walking as fast as I could, I couldn't resist taking a glance to the left to see if our picture was on the monitors.
I just creamed a short, elderly japanese man.

I mean just blasted him. Flew backward, slammed a wall, dropped his camera.
I thought I killed him.

I ran over to help him up, profusely apologizing the whole time and.....

"Oh no, not your fault. My fault. I should see kamikaze coming to knock me into tomollow."

But he was sincere. Incredible.
By the time we were done talking, if we ever visit Tokyo Disneyland we have a place to stay.

Ok, back to the pool.
The pk's are now kicking in and life is not good anymore.
Life is wonderful.

Start reading this bit on the 10 most poisonous snakes when,,,,

"Mommy, mommy can I go down the slide first?"
Ah, another early bird family. Fine. Knew they were coming sooner or later.
I like kids. I see three of them.

Now, there are approximately 200 loungers set up around the pool.
We'll say I'm sitting in lounge #5, with a towel on #6.
Every other one is empty.
Of course they throw their stuff on numbers 1-4. Couldn't believe it.
Oh well.

And are they ever loud, all trying to out scream the other one.
I don't care.
Because life is wonderful.

"Oh, here you are. Why would you take the chairs right next to the only family here?"

Life is also unfair.

We get up and move to the other side, talk for awhile about what we want to do at AK, then go back to reading.

I'm deep in my book when I hear something like this:

"Cut it out"
keep reading
"Stop it, I'm not kidding."
huh?
"Will you quit doing that?"
I look up and see she is now lying on her stomach, with a huge blackbird walking around on her back.
At the same time, she turns her head and realizes I'm not close enough to be doing anything.

Then she screams.

Leaps up, and the bird almost got caught in her hair.
It was all kinda surrealistic to me. Boy, these pk's are good.
The bird flew away. "So, how was your back massage?"

We laughed for about 15 minutes.

We stayed there until about noon, then went back to get ready for AK.
coming; Expedition Everest and the screaming kids show.

 

[litlmsjen]

I am loving this . Great report, can not wait for more.

 

[tiggerbell]

OK - I "TV laughed" 3 times during that last installment!!!!!!!!!! Then I choked when you looked up to see the bird walking on Diane's back!!!
You realize, Steve, if you kill me, NO ONE will be reading your report???

 

[my2princessgirls]

You realize, Steve, if you kill me, NO ONE will be reading your report???

Oh no! I'm reading too! This is my first time ever responding to a trip report, but I just had to. I am really enjoying this and I've been just cracking up!

We still have 2 little ones (3 1/2 and 2), but it's fun to read this and think of what it will be like when the girls are grown and we can go alone!

Can't wait to read more!

 

[nebo]

I still swear he smuggled that bird in his suitcase and released it at just the right moment! probably had it planned for months, he's SUCH a planner! (he once kept a newspaper in plastic at work for a full year so I could read a year-old newspaper on april fools day) diane

 

[weeks4vols]

And enjoying it so much. This is the first and only trip report I have read. But it's so entertaining I keep coming back. I think I dread the trip ending as much as the poster does!

 

[tiggerbell]

I still swear he smuggled that bird in his suitcase and released it at just the right moment! probably had it planned for months, he's SUCH a planner! (he once kept a newspaper in plastic at work for a full year so I could read a year-old newspaper on april fools day) diane

That's a good one! I feel for you, Diane! At work, we like to rubberband the sprayer on the kitchen sink open, so when someone turns on the faucet, they get sprayed!

 

[nebo]

Hey! Who let her in here.

Well, there goes the neighborhood.

Geesh.

And she signed on under my name.

Double geesh.

Is there anyway I can put an "Ignore" on myself?"

tomorrow, steve

 

[nebo]

Allrighty now, we are changed and all ready for AK.

No, not going to rant on something this time.
I'll be good.

Promise.

Getting to Animal Kingdom, entry doesn't go as smooth as it's supposed to.

She goes through just fine.
I stick my card in, stick my fingers in and wait.
And wait.

I wiggle them.
Nope.

Again.
Nope.

My card is not demagnetized, no problem there.

Evidently it's my fingers.

"Are you using someone else's fingers by chance this time?"

"Hang on."
"Let me check. "

"No."

I finally had to show an I.D. to get in.

Have I said "geesh" before yet?

Ok, once in we head to my favorite ride in the whold place.

Yep, the Flame Tree Barbecue.

I'm starving.

If you're gonna use a counter service meal, this is the place to do it. We love it here. We both order the ribs, and get chocolate cake for desert. Once again, they are good things.

The trick is finding the hidden gazebos that you eat in.
It's a bit of a walk.

And god help you if you have to go back for other condiments, you may not find the same gazebo again!

While we're eating, I mention our mission this time.
An important mission, something we haven't seen yet.

This is probably our eighth time here now, and I still have not seen Devine.
Devine is a character that dresses up and looks, well, like a vine.
She stands against a vine covered wall or tree and blends right in.

She must be good, cuz we haven't found her yet.

I have also read that somewhere there are talking garbage cans. Ok, fine let's seek them out too.

Dinner, or late lunch finished, we run over to Everest.
Fast passes gone for the day, standby is 50 min.
Well, it's about 3 now and the park closes at 5. EMH till 8.

I'll try later.
This is the beauty of being a Dis veteran. You aren't always in commando mode, and can just do what you want and not feel like you're missing something. So, I ask her if she's ready for the "Screaming kids show."

"Sure, nows as good a time as any."

So, we head over to the "Tree of Tears" and get right into the holding area of "Tough to be a Bug".

Shoot, just occured to me this is gonna sound like a rant again.
Have I said "Oh well" yet?

Here's how this show plays out.

Mommy, daddy and little Tina and Billy go in. The show starts out all warm and fuzzy with Flik, the ant. But the kids are already a little nervous with the 3-d glasses. The show goes on. All good. Then Hopper shows up.
He's angry, not nice.
Kids start to whimper a bit. Mommy tells them "Hey, it's ok, nothing to be afraid of."
Then.

The little fake stinger thing pokes mommy in the back.
She gasps. Or yelps. Or screams.

Little Tina sees.
Aaaaahh, mommy doesn't think this is so swell either, I guess it's time to stretch my vocal chords now.
And then Billy has to join in because that's what we're doing now.
Within 10 seconds, every kid under 5 is crying.

And there's nothing you can do about it. It's a given. Everytime.

I swear, I think it's the number 1 scariest things to see for little ones at Disney.

Afterward, we get out wrist bands and head over to "Festival of the Lion King."

I love this show.
I will put "The Lion King" in my top ten movies of all time.

Warning! : character flaw coming,:
I even sang the Elton John version of "Can you feel the love tonight" 2 weeks ago at a karaoke bar.

I know, I should be shot. Still haven't had the guts to try "Circle of Life" yet though.

From here it's back to Everest. Says 35 min. Ok, gotta do it.

We get in line and I have to admit, for a ride waiting line/area/ cattle pen, it's pretty interesting. Stuff to look at.

We are in position for the second seat. The gate opens, Diane goes in, and goes right out the other side.
I knew this wasn't gonna happen anyway, she was just keeping me company.

Ya see, as compatible as we are, there will always be conflicts or differences.
Like she likes tomatoes.
Shiver.

And bloody marys.
And, no, don't even go into what pizza and spaghetti are made of.
Not the same thing.

The thing is, Di doesn't do heights.
Deathly afraid of them.
Me, I'm afraid of widths.

No, seriously, she gets vertigo standing on a shag carpet.
She has done Space Mountain, Test Track, Tower of Terror.
Once.
"Ok, I did it. Never again."

I have learned not to try to coax her anymore.

I like EE. Not so crazy about the going backwards part though.
After that it'a trip on Primevil Whirl and then Dinosaur. Yeah, she'll do Primevil, has this confused look on her face the whole time, not sure if she likes it or not.

It's about quarter to closing so we leave.
10 minute wait for a bus and we're on our way.

Ok, what's wrong with this picture?
Yep, got half way back to FQ and.....

HOLY CRAP! I FORGOT ABOUT DEVINE! And the talking garbage cans.
I'm losing it. At this rate, I'll be able to hide my own Easter eggs soon.
Back at the room, I'm still beating myself up about forgetting this and she tell's me, "Hey, look at it this way. With your memory, you get to meet new people every day."

Thanks.

In the room I decide to make us both a drink, put them in plastic cups.
"Ready to explore?"
This is a ritual that we do every time at a new Disney resort. And it has to be done at night.

"What's in the glass"
"Hot Sex".
OK, ready.

Yes, Hot Sex, that's the name of it.
Ask for it by name. Go ahead, I dare you.
" Excuse me, I"m looking for some HOT SEX
It's not bad.

By the way, the French Quarter is very pretty at night. We walked all around it and realized we had one of the best rooms you could get. Building 2
After the wanderings we stopped and ate at the food court. Counter service number 2, and strolled back to the room.

When we got there she said ...
"So sailor, ready for bed?"
Of course I replied, " Do I know you?"

coming: the best dam* vacation day period
Oh, and thanks to the both of you for reading this.
And Tiggerbell? Um, I must be having a brain cramp today, why do I want to kill you?

 

[tiggerbell]

I don't think you WANT to kill me, but if you keep making me laugh until I choke, I'm afraid it's inevitable!

I am TOTALLY (child of the 80s!) loving this report! More, more, more!!!!!!! Dude, I'm leaving in 3 days!!! Write faster!!! Oh, but wait... then I'll have nothing to catch up on when I get back... Write slower!!!

 

[brandt79]

LOVE IT! I have to be honest, I read a few TR's, but usually don't comment on them - but I have laughed out loud more times than I can count. In other words, people walking by my office are looking at me funny. Can't wait for the next installment.

Oh, and I completely agree with you on the plane vs. cars safety theory. Many more degrees of damage in a car.

 

[smidgy]

see why empty nesters have just as much fun in mouseland? nebo is enough child to handle! hee hee! mrs. nebo