Really enjoying your pre-trip report
Good to hear! I'm waiting for the person who leaves the comment: Um, seriously? This is AWFUL.
I'll be in WDW around the same time you will be! I've been thinking about starting a pre-trip report (/TR from my previous trip), and reading yours might have me convinced.
I'm becoming known for exerting pre-trip/trip report peer pressure. You are no exception, my friend. Michael Jordan was a smart man. Just do it.
Loving your ptr so far. Sorry to hear you are a bit under the weather.

Hope you are feeling better.
Awww. Thank you. I am feeling better. I can now pick things up and reach behind me without crying, wincing, holding my breath or saying cuss words that aren't allowed on these boards.
So things are improving.
Thanks for the good laugh over your update -- always good reading to help me get through the day!
THERE'S the other Southern Belle of my PTR life! I know, I know, there's been a teacher-test-giving, what-book-am-I-reading, hey-this-is-my-mini-TR-within-a-PTR, IJUSTCANCELLEDALECELLIERADR!!! party goin' on over on your thread. I understand.
I have spent the last two days sneaking looks while at work at you PTR and can't contain my excitement any longer!!
NEVER contain that kind of thing. It can be explosive. (NO#4CanadianBathroomIncident)
I am a Massachusetts transplant, orginally hailing from Maine.
God. Bless. You. That truly sounds like a surgical procedure.
What part of the state?
"She's a Maine-iac! Maine-iac!"
We appreciate your kind of humor here. Especially after a glass of white wine. ONE glass.
So Aladdin and Jasmine tell us.
Seriously, congrats on Prince Charming. Love's a funny thing. When I go home after a
looooong day and I walk into the kitchen to find an orange peel just sitting out all by its lonesome
on the counter directly by the garbage can, I want to throw something. But then I walk into the living room and there's BF on the couch, one of our kitteh's curled up in his lap and he'll look at me and say, "Hi baby. We really missed you today. Come here so I can kiss you," and I can't help but smile. And kiss him. And ask him to go throw away the orange peel.
that song at the end of the "Breakfast Club" that I can't remember the name or words so I have been left a weird combination of humming and making up my own words
Be careful admitting things like that. It's a pretty serious offense around here. You only get one 'Get out of jail free' card. But since you're new, we'll let you off free on that one.
Oh.
And it's, "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds. I suggest tattooing that somewhere.
I am unashamed to admit that I have Poly envy!
Don't have envy. For now you can live vicariously through me and Missy. I thought I'd never get there too...either?...too? Whatever. I'm sure you know what I mean. Then it just all sort of fell into place. You'll get there. I promise.
I feel better now that I have introduced myself and am no longer a creepy lurker.
We've all been creepy lurkers. Now you're runnin' with the big dogs. Welcome.
Ok, dudes and dudettes. I'm slackin' with the promised update. Work is killer. Sorry. Suffice it to say the # on the scale this week was
higher than where I started, but I know why. In addition to the fact that I'm bloated with enough water to fill the Charles River, I stress-ate all week. I am back on track, though, and after a peek at the scale this morning, I'm moving back in the right direction. Hopefully next week I'll be reporting a loss.
Other than that, I hope to have more soon.
Go out and play. Unless you're in an area of the country with them thar earthquakers. If you are, just go and play in an interior doorway.
It's 71 here. But who knows, it's MA, it could snow tomorrow.
