Part something, 11 maybe or 12. Lets call it 12.
I can do that, it is my report. This way maybe some people will not think I am a slacker TR writing avoider type person.
So Sophia wanted to ride MS (Mission Space) enough times to get to do every job. She is so cute. Poor Max was freaked out by having a job. He was worried we might crash or something. Last year when we first rode this Sophia had trouble reaching the buttons. She freaked about it and it took me a minute to figure out why. I love Disney World. So if any of you kept track, last year Sophia was afraid to ride Test Track, but was fine with Mission Space, twice even.
Sophia is female, she is hard to understand. Even when it is another female trying to figure her out. She is shy and demure to a fault, in public. She is bossy, demanding, and downright aggresive at home. Sometimes. Mostly towards Max. So Test Track was too scary last year but MS, that was fun stuff. Go figure. No don't, it just does not add up. Anyway, though, this year she was good to goon both. With gusto even. Multiple times even.
I used to love rides that spun me. I had an iron gut. I thought it was funny to bait other less iron stomached people to go on to spinning rides. I also could do roller coasters all day long. Then it happened. A few years back. At Knotts Berry Farms in California. We were running from coaster to coaster having a grand time. But I took it too far.
Misjudged your limit,
Pushed you too far,
Took you for granted,I thought that you needed me more...
Now I would do most anything,
To get you back by my side.
But I just keep on laughing, Hiding the tears in my eyes...
oh, sorry bout that. Forgot where I was. That is a song, not a trippie. Horsey what the heck does trippie mean in this context? I know I picked that word up from you.
Anyhow. I misjudged my limit. Pushed it too far. And I threw-up, a little bit, in my mouth. In front of my Father in law. So no more all day coaster marathons for me. That iron gut was rusted right through, it seems.
Which brings me to Sophias request to ride M::S multiple times. All four of us were on board with her plan, we hadnt eaten yet so I will blame my agreeing to it on low blood sugar. There were no lines. Mission Space was being shunned by many many guests. So we had almost no wait at all.
First ride was fun. Everyone pushed their buttons at the appropriate time. Go team! We overshot our landing by a smige (did I spell that right, you know what I mean, by a tiny bit) and there was a tense second or two, but in the end it was all good. Mission accomplished.
So we ran around and got back in line. We all sat in different seats and rode for a second time. Again we managed to accomplish our mission dispite over shooting on the landing yet again (maybe the sensors were off that day, I think they better look into that). It was all good. Until I got off...
I may not be a super genius, but I do learn from the past. Momma was not going to misjudge her limit this time. So she tempted the gang with food, and everyone seemed rather enthusiastic about that. Maybe I was not the only one feeling a little wussie.
We discovered the Fountain View Cafe years ago. We love it, which means that I love it, in case you are not following how these things work at my house (and every other household in the world, I think). Seating, not mush of a line, fruit tarts... what more could a girl want? Oh yeah, a nice view of the dancing fountain. It had that too.
So eating at the Fountain View has become one of our many Disney rituals. It was not on the Dining Plan, way back then, so we had to pay for our food. Shocking really. Except we still just hand over our room key. So really not that much different than using credits. For me, anyway. Mr. Silly pays the bills.
footnote-
I am shocked to learn Mr. Silly thinks the food at the Fountain View was just ok. I think he must have forgotten to take his Mickey vitamins today. Everything in WDW is wonderful and perfect. Silly.
More next month

(J/K I think)