That Pirate Stole My Tiara: The Pre-Trip Report

[Lady Lallie]

I forgot to mention to you that I posted some pics of my kitties on my newly started pretrip report.

 

[SwansLoveDisney]

Hi! I just found your PTR and I love it!

While reading your introduction, there were about 20 times that I said (thought) "me too!"

I'm excited to join in your journey!

 

[Charleston Princess]

We're here when your life calms down . Well, until our lives get crazy, but then we are still here -- because we find ourselves being drawn to the computer at 10:30 at night to unwind.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

You must have to be at work really early to post that early from work. Ick. You have my sympathies.

I'm usually at work by 7:10 a.m. Which means we're up at 4:50 a.m. so I can get ready and make the hour and a half commute to work. But it's worth it. I leave at 5 p.m. every day and let me tell you, paid overtime on a Boston salary is a wonderful thing.

My department has no windows whatsoever though, so I remain fairly oblivious to what is going on out there. (Dreary flourescent lighting 24/7).

That could be a good thing and a bad thing.

I used to sit closer to the windows and could soak up some second-hand sunshine, but since we moved up 20 floors, I have to look through an office and out that window to see outside. It's better than nothing, I guess.

I forgot to mention to you that I posted some pics of my kitties on my newly started pretrip report.

I saw that! I subscribed and still have to catch up, but look at the following you've picked up already!!

I'm excited to join in your journey!

I'm glad you're joining our journey too! We're a pretty fun group.

-- because we find ourselves being drawn to the computer at 10:30 at night to unwind.

I woke up at ten of four this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. I was tempted to log on to the DIS and probably would have if my laptop hadn't been in the living room where the BF was passed out on the couch.

And lest you all think I banned the man from the bed to the couch for some unspeakable act, I didn't. He goes there when he's having trouble sleeping. Sometimes I do too.

The BF says men don't mind sleeping on the couch, whether by their own choice or otherwise. He says it's like camping. And as if to further illustrate that fact, his sleeping back is a permanent fixture on our couch.

So probably no update today, but I may actually get to write the sap chapter this week after all, if I'm able to finish up enough school work.

However, I have to share something with you this morning that only my friends on the DIS would be able to properly appreciate.

This morning I was lazy and decided that rather than walking the 12 minutes from South Station to State Street, I'd take the Red Line to the Orange Line (Subway-speak for all you non-Bostonians) to the stop directly across the street from my building. As I descended the stairs to the train platform, there was a man playing a banjo. (I'm sure most other subway systems have performers like ours, so I'm guessing none of you think this is strange.) At first he was playing along with some Irish music. Very talented. Then, as I stood waiting for the train, he broke into some good ol' folk music.

I swear to you that I closed my eyes and felt like I was standing in line waiting to board Splash Mountain. It was to the point that if I concentrated hard enough, I could really believe it.

That music really took me there.

Until the homeless guy on the bench yelled about how loud it was. That kind of broke up my reverie.

But, I enjoyed my Splash Mountain Moment of the day. It put a smile on my face.

Hope you're all well.

 

[Lady Lallie]

I'm usually at work by 7:10 a.m. Which means we're up at 4:50 a.m. so I can get ready and make the hour and a half commute to work. But it's worth it. I leave at 5 p.m. every day and let me tell you, paid overtime on a Boston salary is a wonderful thing.

Wow. That is really early. I don't envy your commute other but sometimes it's worth it for the moo-lah. When I moved to MA, DF thought I should try to get a job in Boston but I wasn't quite ready for that territory every day, maybe someday. But now he wants to move back to Maine and I glare at him and said then why did I move down here. Men. They think we are the difficult ones.

I saw that! I subscribed and still have to catch up, but look at the following you've picked up already!!:

I know! I feel so special!

However, I have to share something with you this morning that only my friends on the DIS would be able to properly appreciate.

This morning I was lazy and decided that rather than walking the 12 minutes from South Station to State Street, I'd take the Red Line to the Orange Line (Subway-speak for all you non-Bostonians) to the stop directly across the street from my building. As I descended the stairs to the train platform, there was a man playing a banjo. (I'm sure most other subway systems have performers like ours, so I'm guessing none of you think this is strange.) At first he was playing along with some Irish music. Very talented. Then, as I stood waiting for the train, he broke into some good ol' folk music.

I swear to you that I closed my eyes and felt like I was standing in line waiting to board Splash Mountain. It was to the point that if I concentrated hard enough, I could really believe it.

That music really took me there.

Until the homeless guy on the bench yelled about how loud it was. That kind of broke up my reverie.

But, I enjoyed my Splash Mountain Moment of the day. It put a smile on my face.

Hope you're all well.

What a wonderful Disney moment.

 

[Princesskeyblade]

I'm usually at work by 7:10 a.m. Which means we're up at 4:50 a.m. so I can get ready and make the hour and a half commute to work. But it's worth it. I leave at 5 p.m. every day and let me tell you, paid overtime on a Boston salary is a wonderful thing.

Yay Overtime!!!!!

However, I have to share something with you this morning that only my friends on the DIS would be able to properly appreciate.

This morning I was lazy and decided that rather than walking the 12 minutes from South Station to State Street, I'd take the Red Line to the Orange Line (Subway-speak for all you non-Bostonians) to the stop directly across the street from my building. As I descended the stairs to the train platform, there was a man playing a banjo. (I'm sure most other subway systems have performers like ours, so I'm guessing none of you think this is strange.) At first he was playing along with some Irish music. Very talented. Then, as I stood waiting for the train, he broke into some good ol' folk music.

I swear to you that I closed my eyes and felt like I was standing in line waiting to board Splash Mountain. It was to the point that if I concentrated hard enough, I could really believe it.

That music really took me there.

Until the homeless guy on the bench yelled about how loud it was. That kind of broke up my reverie.

But, I enjoyed my Splash Mountain Moment of the day. It put a smile on my face.

That is awesome.

And knowing the Red Line you were probibly stuck there for a few moments....

 

[If U Had Wings]

That could be a good thing and a bad thing.

I used to sit closer to the windows and could soak up some second-hand sunshine, but since we moved up 20 floors, I have to look through an office and out that window to see outside. It's better than nothing, I guess.

Most of the time I'd kill to see some sun, but on the first really beautiful days of the year it's probably a better thing. I'd spend my time looking out the window. All of my office (except my department) are on floors 37-40. We are on 8 so even if we had a window around all I'd see is the building next door. I love the windows on the upper floors that look over Central Park. I swear I'd get nothing done if I had a view like that.

This morning I was lazy and decided that rather than walking the 12 minutes from South Station to State Street, I'd take the Red Line to the Orange Line (Subway-speak for all you non-Bostonians) to the stop directly across the street from my building. As I descended the stairs to the train platform, there was a man playing a banjo. (I'm sure most other subway systems have performers like ours, so I'm guessing none of you think this is strange.) At first he was playing along with some Irish music. Very talented. Then, as I stood waiting for the train, he broke into some good ol' folk music.

I swear to you that I closed my eyes and felt like I was standing in line waiting to board Splash Mountain. It was to the point that if I concentrated hard enough, I could really believe it.

Ah a Disney moment. I could definitely use one of those this week. Maybe I'm due for a walk up to world of Disney today.

 

[2ScottishPrincesses]

This morning I was lazy and decided that rather than walking the 12 minutes from South Station to State Street, I'd take the Red Line to the Orange Line (Subway-speak for all you non-Bostonians) to the stop directly across the street from my building. As I descended the stairs to the train platform, there was a man playing a banjo. (I'm sure most other subway systems have performers like ours, so I'm guessing none of you think this is strange.) At first he was playing along with some Irish music. Very talented. Then, as I stood waiting for the train, he broke into some good ol' folk music.

I swear to you that I closed my eyes and felt like I was standing in line waiting to board Splash Mountain. It was to the point that if I concentrated hard enough, I could really believe it.

That music really took me there.

Until the homeless guy on the bench yelled about how loud it was. That kind of broke up my reverie.

But, I enjoyed my Splash Mountain Moment of the day. It put a smile on my face.

Hope you're all well.

Love it...only a true Dis-er could turn this into a Disney Golden Moment

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

I figured before I write the Chap with the Sap, it would be good for y'all to have a more general idea of the history of my Trips to the World. There have been nine thus far, and this year's foray into the tropical be-monorailed wonder that is the Poly will make my TENTH TRIP.

I feel like I should get a prize. A cookie. Some Butter Grilled Poundcake. (If you're not reading ZZUB - and seriously, is anyone not reading his current wallet battle - then that won't make much sense. Sorry.)

So, yes, this year is a special one of sorts. Trip # 10. Numero diez. If you divide that over the number of years this planet has been graced with my presence, that's one trip every 2.85 years.

If only wishing made it so. But it was more like 3 trips set over 15 years and then all the rest in like a 3 year span.

I have some pics to supplement the telling of these tales, but they'll likely be posted later as I'm at work and they are all...not at work.

Here's the rundown:

Trip #1 - The Inaugural Trip The trip that enamored me of all things Mouse. The trip that started my acute case of Disneyitis. The trip where I decided to be a Disney animator. (You see how well that panned out.) The trip that will be the first part of the Chap of Sap. The trip when me and the girl I met at the pool decided we would be lifelong friends - ahhh, the naivete of childhood. I haven't spoken to her since.

I was 7 years old. It was Disney World's 15th Anniversary. It was 1987. (Dear GOD the fashion horrors that are regurgitating themselves into my mental space ) My paternal grandparents brought just me, as my brother was only 2 and was "too young" (read: screamed his little lungs out whenever my mother left his line of sight, nevermind being separated from her for a week.) At the time it was the MK and Epicot only. MGM was but a dream. AK wasn't even conceived, if you will. We went for a week over February vacation. We stayed at the Buena Vista Palace across from what was then the Disney Village Marketplace - No Rainforest Cafe. No West Side. No La Nouba. I'm not even sure there was a Pleasure Island. I'll have to check my 1987 Birnbaums. Which I still have. We also went to Sea World.

I will just say that this is the trip that started it all and one that holds a very, very special place in my heart. You'll understand better after the Chap of Sap.

Trip #2 - The One Where Where My Brother Came Too: (Part 1)-I Have To SHARE Disney World?! After the success of the first trip (read: I begged to go back), my grandparents decided we would go every 5 years to help Disney celebrate their anniversary. Which means the next trip was in 1992. (Again, suppressing the fashion/hair horrors...I'm beginning to think maybe I shouldn't post pics.) The trip that will be the second part of the Chap of Sap.

At this point my brother was 7 and I was 12. He was old enough to come to the World. I had to share. Bleh. Sharing is for people who can't stand up and say "It's ALL mine." Kidding. Mostly. It was April vacation. We stayed at the new-ish Caribbean Beach Resort in Trinidad North...or South...I'l figure it out. Promise. It was MK, Epicot and MGM at this point. MGM was also still new-ish. We didn't do Sea World. The "regular" World had become large enough to consume a whole week.

I'm not going to say much more about this trip as I'll have more to say in a later chapter. However, my grandparents plans to visit every 5 years ended here as we lost my grandmother that December.

Trip #3 - The One Where I Was The Baby-Sitter And Learned Quickly To Never Again Be The Baby-Sitter This trip was in 1996, the spring of my Junior year in high school. A family I baby-sat for invited me to go with them, costs-paid except for spending money in exchange for helping them keep an eye on the kids. All great in theory.

In theory.

There were six of us - the mom and dad, the two girls (about 8 and 4 at the time), and the dad's mom, who required a wheelchair. It was April vacation. We were there over Easter (which also happened to coincide with the Oklahoma City bombings ). The parks were at max capacity. It was 102 degrees in the shade. We drove down in an R/V. We stayed offsite in Kissimmee. Stress was at a maximum, patience at a minimum. The dad also leaned in the direction of being totally, unbearably prejudiced. That was especially tough for me since I have always been and always will be extremely unprejudiced. We saw the Easter parade and were almost on TV. But honestly, I don't have a lot of fond memories from this trip. If I could wipe this one off the books, I actually would.

I wouldn't return to the World for 4 years. And at the time, I had no desire to return. This trip almost ruined me.

Trip #4 - The One I Took To Regain Sanity: Part 1-College Upheaval Recovery I actually am not 100% positive about the year of this trip, but if my powers of deduction are correct, I believe it was July (post 4th) of 2000. I was about to turn 21. I had just experienced some major college upheaval and my first (and hopefully last) nervous breakdown. I was in desperate need of some fun. At the time my mother was working for a magazine and they were sending her to a conference in Orlando and putting her up at the Renaissance by Sea World. She invited me along, knowing how much her oldest child needed to escape.

It was a quick 4-ish day trip. As I mentioned, we stayed at the Renaissance at Sea World. AK was new-ish and I got to share that with my mom. We had a great day. My parents aren't "Disney" people, so sharing this with my mom tenders a soft place in my heart. One of my favorite pictures of her is from this trip.

...

Sorry, I made myself a little verclempt. I'm better now.

So, I visited AK with Momma and the other 3 parks on my own. It was a whirlwind trip, but just what the doctor ordered. The Disney bug was back.

Trip #5 - The One I Took To Regain Sanity: Part 2-Broken Heart Recovery AND The One Where Where My Brother Came Too: (Part 2)-He's Turning 18 And Hunting Down Chicks At Universal I took this trip in May of 2002. I needed this trip in May of 2002. For reasons I won't get into here on the DIS (you're welcome for that) the BF and I had just broken up after 4 years. I was lost. Literally. I didn't know who I was or what to do. So I gave myself a hefty dose of the good medicine. The DISNEY medicine.

At the time I was working for Starwood Hotels and Resorts (own Sheraton, Westin, etc.), so I was able to stay at the Swolphin (not that I knew to call it that then) for $69/nt plus tax. I was there for 12-ish days. Got to enjoy the Flower & Garden Festival and Star Wars Weekends. My brother joined me for a few nights too. In addition to the four Disney parks, I also visited Universal and Islands of Adventure for the first time. And promptly lost my brother for a whole day. Quite literally. We'd split up, but never ended up getting back together. Boy wouldn't answer his cell phone. Hadn't talked to me or my mom all day. Was MIA. I was about ready to have him paged whilst in the midst of a hissy fit of epic proportions. When I finally got a hold of him (by both hands and around the neck) he explained where he was all day.

With a cute girl.
A cute girl he didn't know.
And her family.
Her family whom he didn't know.
All day.
Ignoring his (apparently) uncool sister.

I am fairly certain if I have children, I will be blessed with boys. And I plan to loan them out from ages 16-20. It's kind of like renting your DVC points. Only with testosterone.

When he went home and it was just me for the remaining seven days, I really tried focusing on me. And finding a happy place in myself. In that week, I returned many times back to my first two trips, looking for some happy. And I found it. And my real Disney obsession began.

Which you'll see in the next chapter. Which is not right now. Because work beckons.

Seriously, if you pay me I'll write you stuff ALL DAY. No unreasonable offer will be refused.

More to come.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

What a wonderful Disney moment.

Ah a Disney moment. I could definitely use one of those this week. Maybe I'm due for a walk up to world of Disney today.

Love it...only a true Dis-er could turn this into a Disney Golden Moment

Yes, those unexpected Disney moments are the best kind.

And knowing the Red Line you were probibly stuck there for a few moments....

This morning wasn't too bad. The mess that is the water main/gas main rupture over the weekend right outside my building, however, is another story entirely.

 

[LegoMom3]

I feel like I should get a prize. A cookie. Some Butter Grilled Poundcake. (If you're not reading ZZUB - and seriously, is anyone not reading his current wallet battle - then that won't make much sense. Sorry.)

I don't know, but if you're not a fan of Zzub, I have no interest in you...

Trip #1 - The Inaugural Trip The trip that enamored me of all things Mouse. The trip that started my acute case of Disneyitis....

I was 7 years old. It was Disney World's 15th Anniversary. It was 1987....

I will just say that this is the trip that started it all and one that holds a very, very special place in my heart. ...

My first trip was in 1987 too!! Except I was 21.... You do the math.... I seem to remember some sort of cake contraption at the Epcot entrance?? Not quite sure. But that happens as you get older. Forgetting stuff.
What I have not forgotten, however, is that despite being my inaugural trip that started my Mickey Mouse love affair also, was that I took this trip with then-boyfriend, and that 18-month chapter of my life is one I wish that I could forever erase from memory (which begs the question - why can I forget the thing in front of Epcot, but I can't forget some really, really lousy choices like said boyfriend!! ).

I'm not going to say much more about this trip as I'll have more to say in a later chapter. However, my grandparents plans to visit every 5 years ended here as we lost my grandmother that December.

Trip #3 - The One Where I Was The Baby-Sitter And Learned Quickly To Never Again Be The Baby-Sitter This trip was in 1996, the spring of my Junior year in high school. A family I baby-sat for invited me to go with them, costs-paid except for spending money in exchange for helping them keep an eye on the kids. All great in theory.

In theory.

I hated babysitting as a teenager.... But my parents made me do it to earn my own money. Since I had a horse to support at the time, I was left with no choice. But I still hated it.

And promptly lost my brother for a whole day. Quite literally. We'd split up, but never ended up getting back together. Boy wouldn't answer his cell phone. Hadn't talked to me or my mom all day. Was MIA. I was about ready to have him paged whilst in the midst of a hissy fit of epic proportions. When I finally got a hold of him (by both hands and around the neck) he explained where he was all day.

With a cute girl.
A cute girl he didn't know.
And her family.
Her family whom he didn't know.
All day.
Ignoring his (apparently) uncool sister.

I am fairly certain if I have children, I will be blessed with boys. And I plan to loan them out from ages 16-20. It's kind of like renting your DVC points. Only with testosterone.

Oh good lord is THIS what I'm in for with my three boys?!!


Another great chapter! Thanks for the window into your life. A little background is always helpful. When you do write the Chap of Sap, please post a heads-up in the title so properly warned we be (you know, tissues and all... ).

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[JKMJ441724]

The trip that started my acute case of Disneyitis.

My Disneyitis usually starts AFTER a big dose of damitol.

We had a great day. so sharing this with my mom tenders a soft place in my heart. One of my favorite pictures of her is from this trip.

...

Sorry, I made myself a little verclempt. I'm better now.

My mom is my best friend. It is such a special bond. If you ever have children and one of those children is a girl, it will be even better with her. I know, that's hard to fathom, but it's true.

I am fairly certain if I have children, I will be blessed with boys. And I plan to loan them out from ages 16-20. It's kind of like renting your DVC points. Only with testosterone.

 

[TarzansKat]

I feel like I should get a prize. A cookie. Some Butter Grilled Poundcake. (If you're not reading ZZUB - and seriously, is anyone not reading his current wallet battle - then that won't make much sense. Sorry.)

Who ever even knew you could devote a whole chapter to cake?

So, yes, this year is a special one of sorts. Trip # 10. Numero diez. If you divide that over the number of years this planet has been graced with my presence, that's one trip every 2.85 years.

That is special! Perhaps I should celebrate with you by staying at the Poly so as to allow you easier access to my humble self.

Trip #1 - The Inaugural Trip The trip that enamored me of all things Mouse. The trip that started my acute case of Disneyitis. The trip where I decided to be a Disney animator. (You see how well that panned out.) The trip that will be the first part of the Chap of Sap. The trip when me and the girl I met at the pool decided we would be lifelong friends - ahhh, the naivete of childhood. I haven't spoken to her since.

We used to go to Hampton Beach every summer with my parents. I, similarly, befriended a little girl whom I never saw again.

I was 7 years old.
I will just say that this is the trip that started it all and one that holds a very, very special place in my heart. You'll understand better after the Chap of Sap.

Awww....

One of my favorite pictures of her is from this trip.

...

Sorry, I made myself a little verclempt. I'm better now.

I'm very lucky in that my mom is Disney people, and I have some wonderful memories of the two of us in the parks. You're lucky you got to have some special times with her, just when you needed it most.

And promptly lost my brother for a whole day. Quite literally. I am fairly certain if I have children, I will be blessed with boys. And I plan to loan them out from ages 16-20. It's kind of like renting your DVC points. Only with testosterone.

I am suddenly relieved, even though we have fought horrendously, that I have a sister, not a brother.

Then again, there is the raising of my son to look forward to. So I guess life does work that way.

I will pray that should you chose to travel down the path of motherhood you are either blessed with a. girls or b. boys not like your brother.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

I don't know, but if you're not a fan of Zzub, I have no interest in you...

I love me some Z. The man writes like no one else I know.

I seem to remember some sort of cake contraption at the Epcot entrance?? Not quite sure. But that happens as you get older. Forgetting stuff.
What I have not forgotten, however, is that despite being my inaugural trip that started my Mickey Mouse love affair also, was that I took this trip with then-boyfriend, and that 18-month chapter of my life is one I wish that I could forever erase from memory (which begs the question - why can I forget the thing in front of Epcot, but I can't forget some really, really lousy choices like said boyfriend!! ).

There WAS a cake contraption. I have pictures. I'll be sure to post one of those just for you when I get around to the photo-post.

Since I had a horse to support at the time

You win the prize for Most Random and Unexpected Response. Ever.

Oh good lord is THIS what I'm in for with my three boys?!!

I'm sorry.

My mom is my best friend. It is such a special bond. If you ever have children and one of those children is a girl, it will be even better with her.

I bet. And it's funny, writing that post, then rereading it, my heart got all swell-y again and I had to call my momma and tell her how much I heart her.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

That is special! Perhaps I should celebrate with you by staying at the Poly so as to allow you easier access to my humble self.

Girl. Your DH is going to hate me. And he's never met me. LOL

I am suddenly relieved, even though we have fought horrendously, that I have a sister, not a brother.

It took a long time for my brother and I get along. A long time. A long, long time. A long, long, LONG time. Over 18 years. Which was approximately 10 years after that time I tried to break his fingers. Thankfully we laugh about it now. Mostly.

I will pray that should you chose to travel down the path of motherhood you are either blessed with a. girls or b. boys not like your brother.

c. boys not like my BF. Why? He and his brother used to stitch up their own wounds.

That's it. It's decided. I'm never having children. Perhaps I should look into guinea pigs.

 

[Lady Lallie]

Girl. Your DH is going to hate me. And he's never met me. LOL



It took a long time for my brother and I get along. A long time. A long, long time. A long, long, LONG time. Over 18 years. Which was approximately 10 years after that time I tried to break his fingers. Thankfully we laugh about it now. Mostly.



c. boys not like my BF. Why? He and his brother used to stitch up their own wounds.

That's it. It's decided. I'm never having children. Perhaps I should look into guinea pigs.

My younger brother and I are still on that path to getting along. You give me hope Though I hate to admit, if he ever has difficulty having children, I will feel responsible. 'Nuff said. Though he did plenty to me as well, like the time he told everyone that I wasn't related to him, that our parents were married that's why he was stuck with me as a step sister. Ahhh precious childhood memories.

Seriously, stitch up their own wounds?!?! Did they use sticks to stitch? I see two little boys in the woods using twigs and blades of grass to stitch.

 

[TarzansKat]

c. boys not like my BF. Why? He and his brother used to stitch up their own wounds.

Ewwwwww.....

Lord help me if we ever decide to have another child and it's a boy....

 

[Donald is #1]

Trip #1 - The Inaugural Trip The trip that enamored me of all things Mouse. The trip that started my acute case of Disneyitis. The trip where I decided to be a Disney animator. (You see how well that panned out.) The trip that will be the first part of the Chap of Sap. The trip when me and the girl I met at the pool decided we would be lifelong friends - ahhh, the naivete of childhood. I haven't spoken to her since.

I was 7 years old. It was Disney World's 15th Anniversary. It was 1987. (Dear GOD the fashion horrors that are regurgitating themselves into my mental space ) My paternal grandparents brought just me, as my brother was only 2 and was "too young" (read: screamed his little lungs out whenever my mother left his line of sight, nevermind being separated from her for a week.) At the time it was the MK and Epicot only. MGM was but a dream. AK wasn't even conceived, if you will. We went for a week over February vacation. We stayed at the Buena Vista Palace across from what was then the Disney Village Marketplace - No Rainforest Cafe. No West Side. No La Nouba. I'm not even sure there was a Pleasure Island. I'll have to check my 1987 Birnbaums. Which I still have. We also went to Sea World.

I will just say that this is the trip that started it all and one that holds a very, very special place in my heart. You'll understand better after the Chap of Sap.

My first trip was in 1987 too!! Except I was 21.... You do the math.... I seem to remember some sort of cake contraption at the Epcot entrance?? Not quite sure. But that happens as you get older. Forgetting stuff.

Me three! My first trip was also in 1987. I was 22, about to turn 23. I went with my best friend of high school and college and her sister. We did WDW on the cheap and had an awesome time.

 

[Livin4DisneyTime]

I love your writing. Subscribing to post and going to watch Fun and Fancy Free with Mr. Mouse with my DH. I have only read Ch 1 and 2 so far.

 

[wendy3]

OK, so here's the deal: I was reading the CampbellScot thread and I read your post (about Kali and people in line and rain and stuff) and OMG - I had to scoot right on over and start reading your pre-trip. Read all 24 pages in one sitting, and man, do I have to use the bathroom because I read it with an extra large Diet Coke, but first I have to sub. Thank You for a wonderful read!! I'm in for the duration. And, I have to say - I enjoy Miss Cammie and everything, but she's got nothing on you. You're my new trip report hero

By the way, guinea pigs smell bad.