I'm pulling the kids out of school, going to Disney, staying in GF concierge (if I don't get an upgrade, I'll be ticked!), but will be swimming at the Beach Club. I'm smoking in non-smoking and burning a candle in the room to cover the smell. I'll be cooking dinner in my crock-pot, but will use last year's refillable mugs for liquid refreshments, including milk.
I will allow my family to cut in line, my kids will use glow sticks on the rides and zip around in Heely's. They young ones will have temper tantrums all day and the older ones will swear. I will talk through the shows and scream through the rides. At parade time, I'm going to push my way to the front of the crowd so my kids can see. If they have to go potty, I'll point them to a bush.
After seeing "Jesus Love You" in the sky, I'll have to go inside for dinner (during which we'll be sharing plates) and will be wearing jeans, so everyone else's meal will be ruined. Then me and the kids will hit the bar to drown my lack of towel animal sorrows. One of the kids will throw up, but I won't care.
When I get up, I will not tip the housekeeper or valet guys, but will drive too fast over to the Contemporary, where I'll leave the car and take the monorail to the MK. After Wishes, I'll push and shove to be further up in line for the monorail.
But, of course, I won't go to Universal, because all they have is thrill rides.
You'll recognize me - I'll be wearing
Crocs, carrying a purse that is too expensive, and wearing a pin because I had a birthday 4 months ago.
See ya real soon!