The Battle For My Wallet IV: Return of the ZZUBs (Addendum, p.85; 07/12)

[UtahMama]

Zoot Alore! HOW deed I mees thees? (My Little Mermaid French Chef impersonation sucks, I know)

I figure If I was gonna be a buddy and bump you off of the second page, I might as well read. And if I was forced to read, I might as well post...

I just love your TR! I love your heart and spirit and logic and humor!

I like that you give character voices to the animals.

All four of my kids fall asleep on It's a Small World and always have. I like that ride because of the nastalgia and for the air conditioning.

"You done good". Thanks Again for edutaining me (educating and entertaining, it IS a word, I think).

 

[ZZUB]

Chapter Eleven: Peeps, Peps, Pups and Pan

What do you do after you’re amused by a duckbilled platypus? You eat Pop Tarts and ride on a flying elephant.

Duh.

There were barely any people in Fantasyland that morning. Which has no relevance here. My daughter got in her stroller and I wheeled her over to Dumbo. The ride. I asked her if she was hungry yet. Because I was. If Mommy was with us, we’d be eating fruit or granola bars or some other healthy crap. But since Mrs. Z was back in the room, Daddy was in charge.

We got to Dumbo where there was no one waiting to ride. Score! I said to myself. Outloud. In my big voice. Just then a Rubenesque CM approached us and said the ride was being repaired. It occurs to me that she didn’t say “repaired,” but used some other Disney euphemism for “fixing a 35 year old carnival ride.” I figured it wouldn’t be too long so I pushed my daughter’s stroller over to a bench and I sat down so we could eat breakfast.

I pulled some anti-bacterial out to clean up our hands because although I’ll feed my 4 year old daughter Frosted Cherry Pop Tarts, I don’t want her getting sick.

My neck may be red, but my hands are clean.

We finished off our breakfast and sure enough Dumbo was open. We got in line with a few other people. And the enemy of common sense.

You’ll recall that my daughter has a thing for Peter Pan. Which means she also loves all things green (good thing for her that isn’t one of Auburn’s colors). So for instance, we drive through Peter Pan colored lights and stop at Captain Hook’s. Got it? The Dumbos have different colors on them as well. Different colored hats and such. So standing in line waiting her turn, my daughter says, “Daddy, let’s ride the Peter Pan one.” To which I of course said, “we’ll try.”

Now, I don’t fault the woman behind us for not knowing that “the Peter Pan one” was the green Dumbo. I do fault her for pushing past us to make certain she got into a Dumbo.

Because the CM counting might have made a mistake and she might have had to wait. Two more minutes.

And being all alone in Disney World as she was, it was important for her to have a seat on Dumbo.

I’m not one of the people who thinks “Disney is for children.” Therefore, I don’t think every adult must accommodate every whim of “the children.” I have nothing against single adults traveling to Disney World. If they waited on the curb for 2 hours to watch Spectromagic, they are under no obligation, moral or otherwise, to move to allow “the children” in front of them.

So this isn’t about my daughter being more important that a single adult woman.

Although she is.

This is about a woman WHO WAS LAST IN LINE pushing past a dad and his 4 year old daughter to make certain she got on Dumbo.

Dumbo.

Not Space Mountain.

Not even that wretched excuse for a rollercoaster, Thunder Mountain.

Dumbo!

I don’t know how many Dumbo cars there are, but there were only two thirds as many people in line. So when the CM let us in, if hyper-selfish, uber rude, pushing woman had counted, she would have seen there were plenty of seats.

Instead she pushed past us and, you guessed it, sat in the green Dumbo.

As we walked up to it and my daughter realized that Pushy McRude Toes took “her” Dumbo, she said, “Daddy, I wanted to ride in the Peter Pan one.”

To which I replied in my big voice, “well, honey, some people are less patient than us and needed to get on the ride first.”

We got stuck riding in the Wendy one.

Our day was ruined.

Not really. It wasn’t like she spit a magic loogie on us.

After The Incident at Dumbo, we moved over to Winnie the Pooh. I’ve never really been a fan of the Pooh ride. I sort of tolerated it. Like a physical. I would ride it to please my family. Turn my head and cough.

They must have changed the ride, or I have underestimated the joy inducing power of the Pop Tart because I actually found much to enjoy about it. It was less odious than I remembered it being and there were a few funny Tigger things to point out to my daughter. Also there's that scene with the cake that looks good to eat. Fantasyland was still mostly empty so we had the honeypot to ourselves. When the ride ended, I asked my daughter if she wanted to ride again. When she said she did, I asked the CM if we could stay on.

I am now a hero to my daughter as a result.

After Pooh times two, we moved with great dispatch through the aptly named dump shop. We retrieved the stroller and walked towards Tomorrowland. There’s a spot on the path between Fantasyland and Tomorrowland where one ends and the other begins. I don’t know where the line is. With great subtlety, the music from the Tea Cups fades from your ear right as you pick up the music of Tomorrowland.

Which I am well familiar with because I am a dork and as I’ve told you, I listen to streaming Disney music when I work late. Which is a lot.

Music is powerful. Like smells. It evokes, even provokes. Maybe even stokes and two other words which are somewhat similar and rhyme to boot.

Hearing the Tomorrowland music felt familiar to me. I smiled because I recognized it. I smiled because the last time I heard it was late one night in my office. I smiled because I wasn’t in my office at that moment. I smiled because I was at Disney World.

With my daughter.

On our way to page Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow.

We parked the stroller and rode up the speed ramp to the top. I handed Chelsea Chipperpants my camera and asked her to take a picture of us for me. We got in our PeopleMover despite my daughter’s concern that I had handed off our camera to an overly chipper CM. I assured her it would be ok. Chelsea would hand it back after the picture. Which she did.

The picture isn’t perfect. It’s a little dark, and there’s a little too much background, but you can clearly see my daughter and me having a great time. And you can clearly identify the PeopleMover. It sits on my desk. I see it every day and every day I remember that day. And I take a brief 2 minute vacation in my mind.

As we whirled towards Space Mountain, my daughter said, “Daddy, I think I’m ready to ride Space Mountain.” Having now conquered her fear of the Peter Pan ride, I assume she thought she was ready for the world.

Oh Sheila.

I told her I thought maybe she should look more closely at Space Mountain before she made up her mind. You can’t see very much of the ride from the PeopleMover, but she saw enough. By the time we were spit out the other side, she decided to wait until she was “six or maybe seven before [she] rode it.” “Whenever you’re ready,” I told her.

We heard them page Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow and we laughed. Because we’re ZZUBs and we’re easily amused. And all hopped up on Frosted Cherry Pop Tarts. Once you hear the page for Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow, the ride is a lot of nothing. So we planned out the rest of our morning. We were both thirsty and in need of a bathroom. We also were ready to see the Puppies of Progress. So it was agreed.

Peeps, Peps then Pups.

Because we like to abbreviate and because all soft drinks are Peps.

A thousand dead southern relatives just rolled over.

Being a Disney Dork has its advantages. One of them is you know where the bathrooms are and never have to consult a park map. You even know where the Family Bathrooms are. And in proximity to the People Mover, there is a Family Bathroom over by what used to be the sky ride.

After peeps, we hit the Lunching Pad for Peps. Which we shared.

Yeah, that’s right, I gave my daughter Diet Coke to wash down her Frosted Cherry Pop Tart. What do you expect from a Disney World Dad?

Once we finished our Peps, we walked over to the Pups. It appeared to me that they made some minor (Disney euphemism for repairs) since last year but they left the script alone. My guess is once the Monsters, Inc. Laugh Floor opens in what used to be the Timekeeper, the Pups will go on their last big boy ride.

Pity.

I don’t think it’s too much to ask that Disney World maintain some of the older rides. Clean them up, modernize them a little. Keep them working right. It doesn’t all have to be Pirates of the Caribbean and our Pixar Pals, does it?

After the Pups, my daughter sacrificially agreed to ride Buzz Lightnerd for Daddy. She hates that ride as much as Hanson hated puberty. But she loves her Daddy and was willing to go on it for me.

There may have also been the promise of a prize if she went on it with me. I can’t recall.

No amount of love and/or bribery was going to get her on it a second time, so we stepped out to the right and got on the moving platform. Where I faced backwards. It’s never too soon to begin embarrassing your children,

Next year, dark socks with shorts!

Proving that he’s even more ubiquitous than a different kind of pop tart who recently split with her husband via text message, Stich was waiting outside of Buzz Lightnerd. I instinctively started walking away from him but my daughter was suddenly interested. So we walked over and got in line. One thing he did that was kind of cute, his handler was asking kids for their autographs. Stich had a book and the kids signed for him and then wrote where they were from.

I helped my daughter spell out our home state and then we headed back to the stroller. I looked at my watch and realized that in about fifteen minutes Toon Town was going to open. I know that if you are at the rope when it drops, provided Pushy McRude Toes isn’t desperate to get in ahead of you, the characters will take your kid’s hand and walk them into Toon Town. As we got up towards Toon Town, I noticed there was an opening right in the middle of the rope. Score? I couldn’t figure out why the middle was wide open. They were four and five families deep at the sides. Why was the center open?

Undaunted I pushed up to the rope. Where, after a half minute I figured out why the center of the rope was left vacant.

No shade.

The sides had shade and the other people, the parents who don’t give their kids Frosted Cherry Pop Tarts and Diet Coke for breakfast, were more concerned about keeping their kids out of the sun’s glare.

Not ZZUB. No, I stood at the rope so we’d be up front. I’m not completely clueless, by the way. I stood in front of the stroller and acted as a human shade shield for my daughter who was cool in the dark my body provided. Still, I felt the disapproving glares of the mothers who were in the shade with their children.

“Stupid Disney World Dad.”

Or it was the sun. Probably a little of both.

Eventually, Pluto came up to the rope with his handler and after Pluto shook hands with a few children, they dropped the rope.

Note well: Pluto DID NOT take anyone’s hand and head towards a ride.

I was annoyed. And hugely sweaty. And chagrinned. I had been outnerded by the people who stood in the shade.

Dangit!

As we came around the bend in road, we saw a boatload of characters all standing around. Daisy Duck was in front of Minnie’s House and my daughter got out of her stroller and ran up to her. Daisy took her hand and started to walk into Minnie’s House.

I called out my daughter’s name because I didn’t think I could bring the stroller in there and I have this thing about strange people in duck costumes taking my daughter out of my view. I thought Daisy would stop and give me a chance to park the stroller and then join up with them. She didn’t. Instead, she released my daughter and took another little girl’s hand. My daughter promptly began crying and made her way over to me in that way that only little girls can do, crying with their entire bodies. I apologized to her as I explained that I didn’t want to lose her. I picked her up and told her we’d go find Daisy so she could have her picture taken with her.

I really didn’t know what I was going to do. I was hoping that if we walked all the way through Minnie’s house it would take us to a spot where the characters were standing around for pictures. I’d never been in Minnie’s House in Disney World. But my daughter was crying and at the moment it was my fault. As we got into Minnie’s House, I could see Daisy ahead of us still holding the other little girl’s hand. We got to a spot where there is only a railing that separates one room from the other. We were in one room headed north, Daisy was in the other room at the same spot, but headed south.

Daisy must have heard me say, “Look, Honey, there’s Daisy right there,” because she gestured for my daughter to come join her. I put my daughter over the railing so she could walk holding Daisy’s hand and told her I would be right behind her. Then I maneuvered like heck to catch up with them. As I navigated sweaty, under-deodorized tourists, shoving more than a few out of my way to catch up with my daughter and Daisy Duck, I managed to also get my camera out of the bag. I finally made my way up to them and shot several pictures of my daughter getting a tour of Minnie’s House with Daisy.

Which made me wonder why Daisy was giving tours of Minnie’s House. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Outside of Minnie’s House, we were led through a garden and into the Country Fair (I’m supremely confident that if I have the name wrong NicoleMarie will correct me). We were led into one of the character rooms where we got to see Daisy, Minnie and Goofy.

Then we were led out into the Mother of All Dump Shops. Where we moved back into line to meet the Princesses: Cinderella, Belle and Rain Black. About half way through the Princess room, my daughter grew bored and asked about getting her prize. She briefly considered dissing Rain Black until Rain begged her to come over for a picture. If she were any more desperate for attention her name would be Kevin Federline.

We made our way back into the Country Fair (NM?) and my daughter started sizing up her options. Now then, I am a holder of a Disney Visa so I prefer to save our major souvenir shopping for World of Disney where we get 10% off.

Big surprise, right?

But since it was just me and my daughter and there was no one around to check my impulse to spoil her, I threw caution and a barely-worth-schlepping-to-Downtown Disney-for-discount to the wind. She spied a Peter Pan play set and a Daisy Duck stuffed animal and about five other things she wanted. Including an oversized lollipop. All of which I said yes to.

The CM who rang us up offered to have our packages delivered back to our hotel for us.
“Which resort are you staying at?” he asked.
“The Wilderness Lodge,” I said in my big voice, just in case anyone around us was suffering from deluxenfreude.

I briefly considered it because I only had two hands, one of which at least had to push the stroller and I didn’t think I would be able to balance all the crap we just bought. But I also knew package delivery takes a day and all of the stuff I bought was stuff she wanted to play with. Now. So I gave one bag to my daughter and I held two in one hand while pushing her stroller with the other.

You try pushing an umbrella stroller with a 35 pound four year old in it with only one hand through the Magic Kingdom some time. See how easy it is. It probably wouldn’t have been so hard if the dang thing didn’t have a cloaking device, rendering it invisible to the clueless wonders crowding Mainstreet.

Dang magical stroller!

Although the rest of the Magic Kingdom was pretty empty, Mainstreet looked like Wal-Mart on the day after Thanksgiving. It made me wonder if they were giving out free fudge. But then I came to my senses. As I dodged incoming, my daughter rode along in her stroller, blissfully unaware of the challenges I was facing getting us out of the suddenly less than magical kingdom and back to the Wilderness Lodge boat dock. She had taken her Peter Pan play set out of the bag and was staring at the box.

“Daddy, I love my prize!” she said.

Being a Disney World Dad wasn’t the easiest morning I’d ever spent. But like my Disney Visa, it had its rewards.

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Click Here for Chapter Twelve

 

[nicolemarie]

Ha! I wanted to be first! But I haven't read it yet...so I'm going back to read.

OK - I'm back. And that was a GREAT installment.

My neck may be red, but my hands are clean.

I hear ya, Z. The NM's roll like that, too. Red and clean.

So this isn’t about my daughter being more important that a single adult woman.

Although she is.

This is about a woman WHO WAS LAST IN LINE pushing past a dad and his 4 year old daughter to make certain she got on Dumbo.

Dumbo.

Not Space Mountain.

Not even that wretched excuse for a rollercoaster, Thunder Mountain.

Dumbo!

This whole scene cracked me up. And of course your daughter is more important.

I assume she thought she was ready for the world.

Oh Sheila.

Great 80's reference! Not so great 80's song. But that didn't stop me from liking it as a teenager.

she decided to wait until she was “six or maybe seven before [she] rode it.”

Freaky cute-kids-using-the-same-quote BORG. My son has got lots to ride on the trip to the World when he's "six or maybe seven".

Outside of Minnie’s House, we were led through a garden and into the Country Fair (I’m supremely confident that if I have the name wrong NicoleMarie will correct me).

I am happy to oblige. It's the County Bounty. Inside the Toontown Fair.

Zzub, this was one of your best installments, yet. I had tons more I wanted to quote. But no need to repeat the whole installment.

You brought the full on funny. I loved it and can't wait to read more!

NM

 

[disney junky]

What's wrong with dark socks and shorts?

 

[Rella Bella]

Thanks Zzub for being such an awesome Disney Dad (and husband)
and for sharing this beautiful morning with us!

As always your trippy is a delight!

One question -- probably one a Dis-er shouldn't have to ask --
but.... who is Rain Black?? And why shouldn't we dis her?
How have I missed knowing this? Which movie did I fall asleep in?
This is all very Dis-concerting!

 

[2infinity&B-ond]

Z~ I have been MIA for awhile, but I came back to another great installment.

If she were any more desperate for attention her name would be Kevin Federline.

I have no words. Just this:

 

[LaLa]

This is about a woman WHO WAS LAST IN LINE pushing past a dad and his 4 year old daughter to make certain she got on Dumbo

What is it about Disneyworld that makes people lose their minds?

Was she wearing a pony tail and a Perma Scowl? Cause if so, I think I may have run into her too.

The picture isn’t perfect. It’s a little dark, and there’s a little too much background, but you can clearly see my daughter and me having a great time. And you can clearly identify the PeopleMover. It sits on my desk. I see it every day and every day I remember that day. And I take a brief 2 minute vacation in my mind.

I feel pretty sure that picture is perfect, ZZUB. Because if it can take you on a two minute vacation in the midst of the daily grind, you honestly can't get any more special than that.

Having now conquered her fear of the Peter Pan ride, I assume she thought she was ready for the world.

Oh Sheila.

This made me literally laugh out loud. Scream. And then fall out of my chair only to find a dangling particle. As you would say, nicely done.

She hates that ride as much as Hanson hated puberty.

Where's the love?

...she decided to wait until she was “six or maybe seven before [she] rode it.”

The boy takes it one step further. Apparently, his magic number is twelve.

Being a Disney Dork has its advantages. One of them is you know where the bathrooms are and never have to consult a park map. You even know where the Family Bathrooms are.

So true, so true. But the icing on the cake is knowing where the uncrowded bathrooms are. And if you don't already know, I ain't telling.

I helped my daughter spell out our home state

It started with M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I, didn't it? Or did it?

Daisy took her hand and started to walk into Minnie’s House.

I called out my daughter’s name because I didn’t think I could bring the stroller in there and I have this thing about strange people in duck costumes taking my daughter out of my view. I thought Daisy would stop and give me a chance to park the stroller and then join up with them. She didn’t.

Freaky character taking your kid away borg. We had the same thing happen when our son was four. Woody appeared from out of nowhere, grabbed him by the hand, and led him into the Diamond Horseshoe Saloon as if he were an orphan wondering the streets of Frontierland all by himself. DH wasn't with us at the time so I looked pretty pathetic trying to grab the girl and all our stuff and catch up to them.

I'm glad you daughter's Daisy sighting turned out happy in the end thanks to her sweet Disney Daddy.

Which made me wonder why Daisy was giving tours of Minnie’s House. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Rain Black.

If she were any more desperate for attention her name would be Kevin Federline.

Ded. At all of the above.

You try pushing an umbrella stroller with a 35 pound four year old in it with only one hand through the Magic Kingdom some time. See how easy it is. It probably wouldn’t have been so hard if the dang thing didn’t have a cloaking device, rendering it invisible to the clueless wonders crowding Mainstreet.

Dang magical stroller!

I love the cloaking device thing because every parent that's ever pushed a stroller around Disneyworld can so relate. That's what's great about your humor. We can all relate to it. Well, except for the turn your head and cough thing. I can't relate to that. But I have one question for you. Did you shout "Love ya Mean It" out loud this time when they stepped in front of the invisible stroller? Cause you know you could have. It's not played.

Thanks for taking me to the Magic Kingdom today, ZZUB. I felt like I was right there with yall, riding the rides, hearing the music, fighting the crowds, sweating in the sun, and smelling the smells. Which goes hand in hand with fighting the crowds that are sweating in the sun. I really felt like I had one foot in Tomorrowland and the other in Fantasyland this morning.

And that's a statement I never thought I'd type.

Excellent installment, ZZUB. I think it was one of your best. You did good, my friend.

 

[samc]

great installment.....loved the invisible stoller and the 80s singer/song references!!

 

[mjkaferle5]

Zzub, you have to best the best trip report writer of all time. I really enjoy all of your reports.

 

[kpk89]

This is about a woman WHO WAS LAST IN LINE pushing past a dad and his 4 year old daughter to make certain she got on Dumbo

What is it about Disneyworld that makes people lose their minds?

Was she wearing a pony tail and a Perma Scowl? Cause if so, I think I may have run into her too.

I saw her too! She pushed her way in between my kids on the carousel so none of them were next to each other. Gr.

Anyhoo, you did good, Disney Dad. Go you!

 

[Frickles]

After Pooh times two, we moved with great dispatch through the aptly named dump shop.

TMI dude. TMI. Those pop-tarts were going right through you huh?

The picture isn’t perfect. It’s a little dark, and there’s a little too much background, but you can clearly see my daughter and me having a great time. And you can clearly identify the PeopleMover. It sits on my desk. I see it every day and every day I remember that day. And I take a brief 2 minute vacation in my mind.

How sweet is that!

all soft drinks are Peps.

I thought you were from the South boy. Remember, Gatlinburg '92? Come on!

Next year, dark socks with shorts!

I think that will look awesome with your fanny pack with the lime green ribbon on it.


Loved it!

 

[mikymouse]

Chapter Nine: He Had it Coming

It appears that a majority of Americans have changed their minds about who should be in control of Congress. It also appears that a majority of people who previously viewed this trip report have changed their minds as well. How else do you explain 42,000 views mysteriously disappearing? Do you think they judged this longer than expected trip report to be a quagmire?

Hi Zzub! I took some time off and was pleased to find 3 or 4 new chapters since last month. Hope all is well with Mrs. Z and that you will finish this trip report before the babes are born. I haven't keep score but I think you are definately losing the battle with your wallet, especially when the wife is resting.

 

[jedijill]

On behalf of other 30 something solo female travellers, we ARE NOT alll like that detestable woman on Dumbo. Disney is for kids of all ages but not at the expense of mowing down children! Ugh!

Loving the trippie! Keep up the good work ZZUB.

Jill in KC

 

[UtahMama]

Yayyyy! Loved it!

The dump shop/character-meet of which you question is called "Toontown Hall of Fame Tent", not to be confused with the Judges Tent.

Nothing's funner than spoiling a little girl rotten! She'll remember all of it, especially when daddy and she were able to ride twice!

SO sorry you had to ride the Wendy elephant. I wonder if I should be offended?

Love,
Wendy

 

[Adi12982]

I LOVED the newest installment! Can't wait for the next!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Via this trippie.

That's not to say that I'm not enjoying it.

But since we're quoting 80's lyrics:

She wants to lead the Glamourous life.
She don't need a man's touch.
She wants to lead the Glamourous life.
But without love it ain't much.

There. Nothing to do with your TR. I KNOW this.

But... I have no other place to quote Sheila E. Today. And, with Canadian spelling even.

Ok.

So... don't let yourself be bothered by the rude pushy single adult Dumbo rider lady.

Don't you know that personal rude awkwardness is... the NEW CHARISMA?

So buck up.

You're not only a massive Disney GEEK. But... you're CHARISMATIC to boot.

Now.

You're also heart and soul.

You're hot and cold.

You've got it all.

Okay. I know. Enough Hugh Lewis. For now.

Anyhow... ZZUB!!!!! ZZUBie!!!! Z-boy! You are the Tony Alva of TR's. Except Disney isn't Dogtown and you aren't that much of a bad ask. And it's not the 70's. Anymore.

It's the 80's. Apparently.

This chapter was SO funny. All of it. Good NIGHT, NURSE!!!!

I laffed so hard I needed an adult diaper.

Except for the loogie part. That was too gross. And I'll never eat Ranch dressing again.

I'm glad you FINALLY FINALLY enjoyed the Pooh ride. And found some funny things about Tigger you liked.

Like the part where Tigger pounces on Pooh. I LOVE that part. It's funny because although you sorta feel sorry for Pooh... you just KNOW he deserved it. For egging Tigger on.

I'm glad you are feeding Diet Coke to your child.

Why are you feeding Diet Coke to your child?

Don't you know that Coke Zero is the new Diet Coke?

Stay with the times. Old man.

Now then... keep 'em coming. The superb trippie chapters I mean.

Not the loogies. Even magic ones.

Cheers, Mel.



Three mopeds for you. Again. No waiting period.



Oh FOUR!

And a ROLL TIDE!

You know I mean it.

 

[Disfan3]

We want more!!! We want more!!!

I was looking thru my pics...as you recall you asked me to check for you to see if Peter was in the new parade...remember?? Well I was going to post the pic for you but for reasons (my husband drown our camera in the wave pool that %$#%$....then he bought another one at the MK at MK prices...managed to SIT on it the same day.... that #$@#@$) I only have prints of Peter. I looked thru them today and thought about you ZZUB in all your glory and splendor. I then noshed on some good ol ham n cheese...yum.

I just wanted to say bring it on...again...more!!

(shameless post to bump zzub TR back up the ladder FYI, TFI, TTFN!)


Your tr is amazing.

 

[Kay7979]

Also bumping you up as a reminder that we're all looking forward to another installment. Last year I spent part of our anniversary reading your trip report to DH. It was the next best thing to being at Disney.

On a side note, just have to ask, is there any significance to the fact that your name Zzub is Buzz spelled backward? Not sure if this has ever been asked or discussed before. Just curious.

 

[Ellester]

Zzub, I hope you are working on your next chapter instead of sitting around lamenting the state of the the Tide's coach search. I'm guessing that "Rodriguez Says No" did not make the front page of your paper as it did here. Are you one of the "worried Alabama fans" who are left to wonder "Who are we going to get now?" as quoted in the Columbus Ledger-Enquirer this morning? I have to love living in the South where SEC football trumps the news that Jean Kirkpatrick passed away. Anyway, loved the last chapter as usual. Can't wait to read the next one. Roll Tide! (unless they are playing the Yellow Jackets!)

 

[CareBlair]

Yes, it’s just a matter of degree but at 11:00 at night, doesn’t that extra step just kill you?

Yes, yes, yes!

By the way, you make Robert Browning proud.