jsmla
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Dear Fairy Godmother,
I have a request for the Prince. Please grant him the serenity to accept the things he cannot change, the strength to change the things he can and the wisdom to know the difference. As for me, I wouldn't mind a bit if football could be made illegal.
Cinderella
January 1, 2005
The Hilton at Downtown Disney (Finally!)
The Raving Lunatic sets a new land record for parking lot to hotel room speed. Thank goodness for the Hilton Honors check-in line. The car is parked, we're checked in, the bags are up to the room and the TV's on in 5 minutes flat. It's still the second quarter. Scott is watching the game with an intensity most men reserve for viewing naked women. I putter around putting things away and inspecting the room. We're at the Hilton DTD for just the one night but the room is pretty nice. It's is large and the king bed is triple-sheeted. I don't know if they heard that I was coming, but the cover is already turned back to the foot of the bed. I'm funny about hotel room bedspreads and like this very much. Scott is having an animated, if one-sided, shouting match with the TV. I don't confess fluency but I have picked up a fair amount of footballese over the years. I'll translate.
"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go..... YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!": LSU has done something good.
"Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it..........%#*$ *%!!!!!!": LSU has done something bad.
"Get him, get him, get him, get him, get him"............NOOOOOOOOOO!!!: Iowa has does something good.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. YES!!! WooHoo!!!......... WHAT??????......NO!!!!!! %@*#!!, &#@*@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!": This one's tricky but I think it means that LSU has does something good but the referees have done something VERY BAD.
He showed less range of emotion when the kids were born.
This is what we were is such a rush to do? Sit on the bed and swear at the television? My god man, don't you realize that DISNEYWORLD is out there? Twenty minutes is about all the TV shouting I can stand. Excuse me for being an insensitive, unfeeling and unsupportive wife but DISNEYWORLD is ACROSS THE STREET!!!
ME: "Babe, I think I'll go check out Downtown Disney"
RL (Raving Lunatic): "NO, NO, NO, YESSSSSSSSS!!!"
ME: "Did you hear me? I'm going out."
RL: " GOTCHA! How ya like that? BooWahHaHaHa!!!!!"
ME: "Are you listening to me? I'm leaving you for Mickey Mouse. We're running off to Aruba together"
RL: Dismissive wave of the royal hand.
That's good enough for me. I depart, but not before grabbing all of the credit cards while the Raving Lunatic is distracted by an especially galling display of corrupt officiating.
It's a very short walk to DTD from the Hilton. Maybe 5 minutes if you catch the light.
WOW! Look at all the people! I've never seen so many people here! Good thing Prince Charming is back in the room. He hates crowds. A visit to the parks is definately out for tonight. Five minutes is enough to let me know that the credit cards will not be used this afternoon. I can't get within 10 feet of the Mr. Potato Head display. The lines for Ghiradelli and the Earl of Sandwich snake out of the doors and merge into the hordes on the walkway. That's okay. There's plenty to see. The Christmas decorations are up and a man is conducting a hula-hoop contest on the stage. A little boy is the crowd favorite but my money's on the 10 year old girl on the right. I grew up in the pre-Nintendo days and know a thing or two about hoola-hoops. All the other kids are really going at it, with wildly swinging hips and flailing arms. My girl is quietly managing her hoop with only the slightest twitch of her right hip. Five minutes later the contestants have been whittled down to the little boy and my girl. The contest leader decides to spice things up a bit. The kids now have to hoola hoop on one leg. The boy doesn't stand a chance and my girl calmly shoop-shoops her way to victory. Contest ended, I drift over to WestSide and check out the Virgin Megastore. They used to have a decent book section but now it's just full of entertainment books and that badly drawn Japanese comic book stuff that DS likes so much. The magnet store is crammed to bursting. Over to the movie theater. Phantom of the Opera is playing! It won't be hitting Baton Rouge for another three weeks. I think I just found me an anniversary gift. BooWahHaHaHa!
3:30 pm
Time to get back to the Hilton. Surely the magnificent match of strength, gallantry and skill must be over by now. It's time for the Best Second Honeymoon Ever to begin.
Boy, did I call that one wrong! Prince Charming is nowhere to be found. The Raving Lunatic is still there though. I got back just in time for the REAL fun. There's less than a minute left in the game.
LSU SCORES!!!!!!!!! The Tigers take the lead with 30 odd seconds left in the game!
The RL is very, very happy. :jumping4: He puts on his LSU cap and takes a victory lap around the room. I even get a smooch out of the deal. 
Life is gloriously wonderful until...
Iowa SCORES.
(How dare they!!!) Perfect joy descends into black despair in a matter of seconds. The RL is too upset even to swear. He removes his LSU cap from his head and sadly sets it aside. He's stunned and heartbroken. I hate football. 
Jennifer
I have a request for the Prince. Please grant him the serenity to accept the things he cannot change, the strength to change the things he can and the wisdom to know the difference. As for me, I wouldn't mind a bit if football could be made illegal.
Cinderella
January 1, 2005
The Hilton at Downtown Disney (Finally!)
The Raving Lunatic sets a new land record for parking lot to hotel room speed. Thank goodness for the Hilton Honors check-in line. The car is parked, we're checked in, the bags are up to the room and the TV's on in 5 minutes flat. It's still the second quarter. Scott is watching the game with an intensity most men reserve for viewing naked women. I putter around putting things away and inspecting the room. We're at the Hilton DTD for just the one night but the room is pretty nice. It's is large and the king bed is triple-sheeted. I don't know if they heard that I was coming, but the cover is already turned back to the foot of the bed. I'm funny about hotel room bedspreads and like this very much. Scott is having an animated, if one-sided, shouting match with the TV. I don't confess fluency but I have picked up a fair amount of footballese over the years. I'll translate.
"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go..... YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!": LSU has done something good.
"Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw it..........%#*$ *%!!!!!!": LSU has done something bad.
"Get him, get him, get him, get him, get him"............NOOOOOOOOOO!!!: Iowa has does something good.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. YES!!! WooHoo!!!......... WHAT??????......NO!!!!!! %@*#!!, &#@*@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!": This one's tricky but I think it means that LSU has does something good but the referees have done something VERY BAD.
He showed less range of emotion when the kids were born.
This is what we were is such a rush to do? Sit on the bed and swear at the television? My god man, don't you realize that DISNEYWORLD is out there? Twenty minutes is about all the TV shouting I can stand. Excuse me for being an insensitive, unfeeling and unsupportive wife but DISNEYWORLD is ACROSS THE STREET!!!
ME: "Babe, I think I'll go check out Downtown Disney"
RL (Raving Lunatic): "NO, NO, NO, YESSSSSSSSS!!!"
ME: "Did you hear me? I'm going out."
RL: " GOTCHA! How ya like that? BooWahHaHaHa!!!!!"
ME: "Are you listening to me? I'm leaving you for Mickey Mouse. We're running off to Aruba together"
RL: Dismissive wave of the royal hand.
That's good enough for me. I depart, but not before grabbing all of the credit cards while the Raving Lunatic is distracted by an especially galling display of corrupt officiating.
It's a very short walk to DTD from the Hilton. Maybe 5 minutes if you catch the light.
WOW! Look at all the people! I've never seen so many people here! Good thing Prince Charming is back in the room. He hates crowds. A visit to the parks is definately out for tonight. Five minutes is enough to let me know that the credit cards will not be used this afternoon. I can't get within 10 feet of the Mr. Potato Head display. The lines for Ghiradelli and the Earl of Sandwich snake out of the doors and merge into the hordes on the walkway. That's okay. There's plenty to see. The Christmas decorations are up and a man is conducting a hula-hoop contest on the stage. A little boy is the crowd favorite but my money's on the 10 year old girl on the right. I grew up in the pre-Nintendo days and know a thing or two about hoola-hoops. All the other kids are really going at it, with wildly swinging hips and flailing arms. My girl is quietly managing her hoop with only the slightest twitch of her right hip. Five minutes later the contestants have been whittled down to the little boy and my girl. The contest leader decides to spice things up a bit. The kids now have to hoola hoop on one leg. The boy doesn't stand a chance and my girl calmly shoop-shoops her way to victory. Contest ended, I drift over to WestSide and check out the Virgin Megastore. They used to have a decent book section but now it's just full of entertainment books and that badly drawn Japanese comic book stuff that DS likes so much. The magnet store is crammed to bursting. Over to the movie theater. Phantom of the Opera is playing! It won't be hitting Baton Rouge for another three weeks. I think I just found me an anniversary gift. BooWahHaHaHa!
3:30 pm
Time to get back to the Hilton. Surely the magnificent match of strength, gallantry and skill must be over by now. It's time for the Best Second Honeymoon Ever to begin.
Boy, did I call that one wrong! Prince Charming is nowhere to be found. The Raving Lunatic is still there though. I got back just in time for the REAL fun. There's less than a minute left in the game.
LSU SCORES!!!!!!!!! The Tigers take the lead with 30 odd seconds left in the game!
The RL is very, very happy. :jumping4: He puts on his LSU cap and takes a victory lap around the room. I even get a smooch out of the deal. Life is gloriously wonderful until... Iowa SCORES.
(How dare they!!!) Perfect joy descends into black despair in a matter of seconds. The RL is too upset even to swear. He removes his LSU cap from his head and sadly sets it aside. He's stunned and heartbroken. I hate football. Jennifer
(I can almost relate, being married to a golf addict! 
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