Tinkerbellarella
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It was bad. Really bad. Generic Fruit Loops bad.
That's like worse than generic Cheerios bad. But better than generic Frosted Flakes bad.
As we swung past the farm house set, I noticed that the second floor window was open and you could see in the room. It was fully dressed which was pretty darn cool.
I think this attention to detail is pretty darn cool myself. Disney's way with things like this makes me smile...and often causes lots of fun to be made at my expense. By people who think the ride in the MK is actually called the TTA. Pfft. Shows how much they know.
We have a sweet as all get out picture of Baby Z holding Mickey’s nose with both of her chubby little hands while ZZUBY looks on with a smile as big as Spaceship Earth. Because ZZUBY's a great big sister.
This is one of those times that as much as I'd love to see this sweet picture, I know I don't need to because the sentiment says so much.
If you can identify a ride with a dumber sounding name, then I will mail you a check for $500 ducks.
Journey Into Imagination. I'm not sure whose imagination that is, but it should've been named Journey Into Psychosis.
After the Seas, we went to talk with Crush. Only Crush didn’t sound at all like Crush. Not at all. Which made ZZUBY ask later what was wrong with him.
“Head cold,” I said. “Maybe one of Nemo’s friends sneezed on him.”
Or maybe he got too close to Mickey's nose. That Mrs. ZZUB is a super-smart lady.
We juggied on out of the Seas and split up.
Perhaps this is a Southern term I'm not familiar with. Perhaps you're far more linguistically advanced than I am and this is an actual word. Perhaps you made it up. Regardless, it would be much appreciated if you could post a video of exactly what it looks like when one "juggies" somewhere. Thanks.
Mrs. Z took the baby to head to her favorite ride: the Baby Care Center.
DED
I hoped like heck this wasn’t the time the stupid ride malfunctions and the doors don’t open. It has to happen for the first time eventually. I hoped it wouldn’t be then. Because not only would we be injured, but then ZZUBY would think I lied to her. Can’t have that.
Priorities and all.
Scream. Brake. Scream. Brake. Scream. Brake.
Funny. This is also what it sounds like at rush hour in downtown Boston.
As we hastily made our way back towards the exit of the dump shop, ZZUBY said, “Daddy, I know how you feel. I lost something too.”
I REALLY, REALLY hope this story has a happy ending for Coconut. Oh, and your family too. Again, priorities.
I used to be anti-globe. Thought it was dispensable in a show that was better in the air than on the water. I’ve now become pro-globe.
I'm globe-neutral. Which I suppose is better than globe-numb.
And if you’re reading this, reading this months long summary of a week’s vacation, I’m confident you know exactly what I’m talking about.
And I reckon you agree, too.
I do. Thanks again for taking us there, ZZUB. Great update.