Last I left you, *I* was out on the balcony. By myself. Avoiding the symphony of snores coming from the inside.
While out there, the man from the next room comes out on his balcony to smoke.
***Note, please, that the balconies are close enough to touch practically.
Mr. Stinks-a-lot came out to share his cancer stick with me. Literally.
He slides open his door and sits in his chair. He looks over at me and oh so graciously offers me up a cig. Please. I dont *do* that stuff. I have standards.

No lung cancer here. Id much rather drink myself into liver failure. Pffft.
He asks if I mind if HE smokes.
I give him that look like: Do you REALLY want me to answer that?
He shrugs and lights his cig. And then proceeds to tell me alllllll about his life. Apparently, Ex-Mrs. Stinks-a-lot, their children, Current Mrs. Stinks-a-lot, AND him, all came to Disney together. On a family vacation. When I raised my eyebrows as he informed me of his situation, he swore up and down that they all get along famously. In fact, they all reside in the same home. Woweewowow! And it works for them, thank you very much. After all
who wouldnt want two wives to cook and clean for you?

But, here at Disney
they couldnt afford dos roomos at SSR. So, he set up Ex-Mrs. Stinks-a-lot over at POP. With their kids. While he and Current Mrs. Stinks-a-lot had a few private nights by themselves. Where they didnt have to be interrupted in their vacation by children or his ex-wife.
Please additionally note that I never said one word during his pleasant story. Not one word. During my expellation of snorts, pshaws, eye rolls, and retching sounds
he totally ignored me. I got up and went inside without ever saying a word.
Later in our trip, I heard some yelling coming from the next room. Good times. Good times.
Around 3:30, the kidlets and the motha woke from their oh so pleasant naps. Yay for them.
Lexie wanted to go play on the playground next to our building. So did Jon.
Mom: You wanna come with us?
Me: Ummmm
nope. No thanks. You guys go willingly throw yourselves into the heat and humidity for not that much enjoyment. Ill stay here in the AC
thanks so much.
Im not even joking
they were gone 10 minutes.

In total. That includes the walk there and back!
I checked everyone for BO and we were off for the covered benches.
BOOYAH!!! Here they are in all their glory!
We were back at MK by 4:30.
We quick picked up a kid-pusher and were off to wind around the castle.
We were headed back to Fantasyland. To finish off what hadnt been done this morning.
On the way to our first destination, my motha spies a place she has to stop in
the Tinkerbelle Store. I dont know what its really called, but you know what Im talking about. Has everything fairy a little girl
and maybe some really chic grown men
would want! The motha was on the hunt for a souvie for my youngest niece, Isa. Isa loooooves Tinkerbelle. So much so that she renamed Apolo, her huge, male Golden Retriever, Tinkerbelle! The motha took about 10 seconds to find a cute little Tink clock for Isa for her room.
And we were off
To Snow White!
No wait here either!
On and off in no time. Yea baybee!
From Snow White we headed over for the next showing of Philharmagic!
Jon and I love this show so much! Although I did find it sort of rude when some jerk behind me said
very loudly by the way
I wish that chick would quit singing!
I turned around and gave that punk my evil eye. Although I dont know if he saw it
since I was wearing those oh-so-attractive 3-D glasses at the time. But, he got my gist. My evil eye can bring grown men to their knees. Believe that! I can give Jon the evil eye from 50 yards away and he knows to immediately succumb to Her Highness, his mother, and snap into line. Its a gift. Heh heh.
From Philharmagic we swung around to Pooh. This ride is awwwright in my book
so why then
is the line always 45+ minutes long?
We GACd this one.
Were standing in our little numbered line
with one group in front of us
when Pooh goes all to poop. I have no idea what the frick happened. But, the dear CM
and Ill call her that loosely
as she kept screaming at all of us as if her incompetence was our fault
couldnt get the ride to work. She couldnt get the little doors to swing open to allow people onto the ride, so cars kept flying by empty. Then, she had to stop the cars to try to catch herself up. But, she couldnt get those dern honey pots stopped. People already on the ride neared the place to disembark from their pots, and one would be able to get off, before the pot would again go hurling into the Hundred Acre Wood with a passenger still hanging on for dear life. All the while
the Eeyore CM is pushing button after button
trying to gain control of the honey pots. Because its a hard job
I guess
The most disturbing thing happens next.

A honey pot comes hurling around the end of the ride
and an elderly lady exits. Or rather, she jumps off the ride quickly before her pot goes hurtling out of control away from her
with her disabled daughter still inside, who was probably around 30ish. The lady still inside the pot, stops dead in front of us
but, of course, she cant get off here. No room for her wheelchair. So, she must go around again. By herself. And rude people, who see this happen
laugh.

At the poor girl still in the honey pot
whose eyes were as wide as saucers.
People. If I didnt have my child with me
I would have let you have it. If youre reading this now
this is for you! You aint worth a pile o pooh. There, I said it. But, I have class. And I behave like a lady in front of my son. (until later tonight) But, if he wouldnt have been there
oh
the crap woulda hit the fan. I would have thrown my hair clip on the floor. I would have shamed you like your momma when she caught you picking your nose at your grandmammas funeral.
SHAME! Im done.
We did eventually get on the ride without a hitch. Because apparently
that CM re-learned how to push a button.
It was nearing 6:30, and Jon was complainin that he needed feedin! Kids. They expect you to provide a roof over their heads AND feed them? Its almost too much.
I wanted to go to Caseys.
But, it was at this moment, where my mother
selectively chose to be Jewish again. Even though I informed her the dogs at Caseys were ALL BEEF
they were not Hebrew National
and were probably not Kosher. Gawd fahbid.
So, we chose a spot nearby. Where I had never eaten before. Pinocchio Village Haus.
I had Jon sit at a table by the windows
SCORE
while the motha, Lexie and I jumped in line to order food.
Jon and Lexie got pizza, and I got the turkey bacon panini. As did my motha. Ummm
guess bacon is Kosher
right ma???
The food here was ehhhhhh. BUT
did you know you can look out the windows and wave to people entering IASW???
Me either! But, I learned it today!!!
Lexie parked herself right next to the window and waved at everyone in their boats like she was Miss America. Only she was actually eating
food
that had calories
After Miss American finished her grand waving
we were going to head over to Dumbo. BUT
the line was about 8 million people long. I promised to return here on Saturday
and we were off in search of another ride.
I let Jon pick what he wants to do next
as I have fulfilled everything on my checklist for the day!
Yea baybee!
(APPLAUSE BREAKE FOR ME!)
Jon picks Buzz. So, we went off to save the Universe. From Emperor Zorg. Or is it Zurg? Hmmmm
inquiring minds want to know
Jon begs me to let him win.
Yea, kid
aint gonna happen. Well, I was thinking about it
BUT THEN
I apparently hit some super point bulls-eye, because I get 108,000 points! And I rub it in Jons face
cause Im nice like that.
Judge me if you want
but I dont let my kid win (mostly). Im competitive. Just yesterday I took him down like a sumo wrestler on Amy Winehouse when we played Battleship.
And really people
what the heck is up with dear Amy? She looks a little used and abused. I wonder what shes hiding in that hair??? Just sayin
From Buzz, Jon has yet another request.
Carousel of Progress. This thing is one of Jons favs. And I hate to admit
its a little guilty pleasure of mine too. Although the last scene
of the family living in the 21st century
all dressed in their 80s garb
really cracks me up.
When CoP is done, its nearing 8:00
and I decide we should score some primo spots for Spectro. I decide to position us over in Liberty Square. We had sat here last year and had an awesome view.
I find a prime spot in front of the portrait-drawing stop in front of Ye Olde Christmas Shop.
Here was our view of the castle!
Here is Lexie waiting for her first parade!
And just so you remember what I look like
Jon and I
We were a full hour early! BUT
I had a plan to hold the chilluns over till the parade rambled through!
ICE CREAM!!!! Or as I like to call it
edible rewards!!!
I leave the motha, Lexie, and Jon in our spot while I go scope an ice cream cart. Im standing in line when my phone rings. Its Jon asking me where I am. I tell him Ill be back in a few minutes with treats! He says to hurry because Lexie has to go potty.
Geez. Hold it for ice cream kid.
Im ordering when my phone rings again.
Its my motha.
Lexie had to go really bad so she left Jon
BY HIMSELF
WITH A NICE LOOKING STRANGER IN OUR SPOT! But
its okay
because
THE LADY HAD A CHILD AND LOOKED NICE!
Excuse me? Have you lost your mind?
I throw money at the dude, grab up the treats
and RUN to our spot.
And theres Jon. Next to the nice looking stranger.
Minutes later, my motha walks up with Lexie
and I give her the evil eye. My mother, by the way, is a social worker. You know
one of those people who protects children from monsters and neglectful family like herself.
I am no longer talking to her. And the expiration on spending time with the motha has just run out. After only 36 hours together. And that news crew is probably going to be needed tonight
but right now
right now I cant waste this ice cream!!!
Lexie chomped down on her first Mickey Bar and she was in HEAVEN!!!
We really did have the best spots
only room for one person behind us, so hopefully, nobody will be leaning over my head to snap pics this year. Its hard being 411!
A few minutes before the parade was to begin
a couple stands behind us. No biggie. Theres room for us all
but this spot here
under my feet
this is my spot.
You can see the man behind Jon in this pic
(I know its not really nice to post strangers on the internet
but these people took the cake)
Within no time
we see IT! Hum it with me
Dummmmm
dummmm
dummmmdadadummmm
I love Spectro.
And the lady, who had been standing behind me
begins to inch herself up. Into my sons spot. That he has been standing in for over an hour.
Jon scoots over a little towards me.
Im thinking
Shes a little pushy
but I try to remember the Disney attitude. And were enjoying the parade
The lady scoots in a little more
so Jon is now standing perpendicular to the rope
with very little space to stand in.
Hmmmmmmmm
And then this LADY
pushes (YES
PUSHES!) my kid totally out of the way
so he now is standing behind her and he cant see a dern thing
And thats when the real pushin and shovin happens
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