thankfully......image how vivid that chapter could of beenI wont bore you with all the details. Partly because this chapter will be long enough and partly because some stories are just for me.
I know thats hard to believe. Especially after the Teppanyaki/Canada episode. But I actually do keep some things for myself.
may I add, anywhere in Auburn unless they're losing the iron bowl...NOtubbie6. At the Hardees in Auburn, AL or Knoxville, TN
precious........but where are the towel animals???......cause you know you're paying for those babies at the not so much deluxe![]()
Cute, isnt it?
when you had FREE chocolates on the bedMy wife and I chewed around on our options
Finally, The Readers Digest Condensed Version of Spectromagic reached us.
I won’t bore you with all the details. Partly because this chapter will be long enough and partly because some stories are just for me.
Also: dairy. Perhaps. I’ll keep you posted.
Here is my partial list of places I’d rather be instead of waiting on and riding one of Disney’s busses:
1. Tehran
2. Between Michael Moore and a box of Twinkies
3. Licking the floor of any public restroom
4. Grooming Geraldo Rivera’s mustache
5. Explaining to Bill O’Reilly that he’s arrogant. And maybe a little obtuse.
6. At the Hardees in Auburn, AL or Knoxville, TN
7. Reading an article describing the nefarious effects of a diet pill which causes oily leakage from a part of the body that shouldn't leak such things.
I popped open a Yoo Hoo, kicked off my sneakers and peeled my socks off my feet. The smell was bad enough to make the French surrender. In other words, not that bad after all.
I’m studied, deliberate, planned out.
We invited my little girl into the conversation and asked her which park she’d want to go visit on our last day.
“What are my choices?” she asked.
“Magic Kingdom, EPCOT, MGM or Animal Kingdom.”
“Remind me which park has what rides, Daddy.”
I ran down the list for her of the rides I knew she liked.
She hemmed. She hawed. She would have Hee-Hawed if we tolerated such things. But we don’t. I watched the wheels turning in her little head as she tried to make a decision. I think she was wrestling with the idea that SHE got to make the decision.
“Ok, Daddy. I know which park I want to go to,” she said.
Her answer surprised me.
Because it was exactly the park I wanted to go to as well.
10 Things I'd rather be doing than reading This Trip Report:
List of 15 things
Can I tell you how glad I am that you spelled that word right? Of course my brain read it wrong and wondered why on Earth you would be telling us about that.Nothing happened on the way out. Yeah, I mean sure, there might have been some gentle pushing, even gentile pushing,
“Ok, Daddy. I know which park I want to go to,” she said.
Her answer surprised me.
Because it was exactly the park I wanted to go to as well.
Canadian math. Eh.
Nothing happened on the way out. Yeah, I mean sure, there might have been some gentle pushing, even gentile pushing,
Can I tell you how glad I am that you spelled that word right? Of course my brain read it wrong and wondered why on Earth you would be telling us about that.
That's where you're wrong. I will answer your question. I don't know the answer. But this is the Disboards so that won't stop me. I don't think the values and moderates have turn down service. I think only the so-called Deluxe properties offer it.And it has never even occurred to me to use "turn down" service. Does [sic] the value resorts do such a thing? Never mind, you won't actually answer.
La2: since you asked so nicely, I will include all of the messy details of my burgeoning intolerance of dairy. It will be in a forthcoming chapter entitled Ode to a Cow: Why a Big Spoon Is Not Your Friend.
The end is near my friends. A few more chapters and this one is done.
When will the next one begin?
That's where you're wrong. I will answer your question. I don't know the answer. But this is the Disboards so that won't stop me. I don't think the values and moderates have turn down service. I think only the so-called Deluxe properties offer it.
NicoleMarie: I think you're seeing things. My best recollection is the sheets and blankets were clean. ish.
I did fail to mention that one night, the turn down maids left us a big, wrapped piece of chocolate with the Wilderness Lodge Logo on it. It was a nice touch. And free. So again I say, pounce on turn down service. Ask for it by name.
We also received a towel animal one night. I took a picture of it b/c it was the first time in over 25 trips we'd received one. And also it was the model of lameness:
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La2: since you asked so nicely, I will include all of the messy details of my burgeoning intolerance of dairy. It will be in a forthcoming chapter entitled Ode to a Cow: Why a Big Spoon Is Not Your Friend.
I didn't realize the end of this chapter was a cliff hanger. I just thought that was a clever way to end the chapter. I didn't think there was any surprise in it at all. If Frickles of all people can connect up my avatar picture with my Trip Report, then I would imagine everyone, including Mel HappyHat, would be able to figure it out.
Of course Mel thinks busses means kisses. Which explains a lot about her, doesn't it?
The end is near my friends. A few more chapters and this one is done.
When will the next one begin?
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We also received a towel animal one night. I took a picture of it b/c it was the first time in over 25 trips we'd received one. And also it was the model of lameness:
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