My "work wife" gives me garbage about Disney, but then again she gives me grief for just about everything. Jokingly of course. She thinks it's strange that a guy could enjoy WDW as much as I do. Let's put it this way. I take the family once a year for a long week and then I go again with just the guys. My real wife doesn't bat an eye. Figures at least he doesn't want to go to Vegas and stare at the pole dancers. There are plenty worse things in this world to have as a hobby. I'm not gathering 8 billion beer cans and turning them into my dream home. Or spending the week-ends on a 38 foot cabin cruiser that sleeps 6, has 2 inboard motors a wet bar, gas grill and home theater surround sound that could easily accommodate that dolly red-head up in marketing if the wife would ever go and visit her MIL. I could stop at Atlantic City for a few hours, a few laughs. Yea, I could just use cash, don't leave a paper trail, no credit cards. No one would be the wiser. Hmmmmm Ah, errrr I gotta run folks see you all later.