Well, the house is coming along. We're getting there. The floors still have to be dealt with. The General is still commanding my feline sidekick. The General tells me that Lotus now sleeps on the pillow beside her at night. Ick. I'm not sure I even want that cat back now. My manfriends have the day off today. The older kids have a half day of school, too. Beth is coming straight home soon and we're going shopping for a girls' outing. Calvin is going straight from school to his chess tournament. Where he will be kicking some serious geekbutt. Go Calvin! I will let you know how he does. He was very pumped this morning and even had me admire his "Chess Guns" at breakfast. Ha, ha, ha! That's right. He calls his little biceps "Chess Guns". It was cute. He's funny. I think. Anywho...
Day 8, Dec 18: On our way to ride Goofy's Barnstormer we stop and change Tommy's pants in the washroom in Toontown. If I remember correctly, it is that building, as you enter Toontown, which looks like a gas station. We go in and I help him change into his new, very expensive, ugly grey sweats. Then he tells me he has to use the washroom. I tell him to go ahead. I just stand behind him in the stall. He begins to pee and proceeds to pee EVERYWHERE except for IN the actual toilet. "Tommy! What..." I start. He swings around to look at me, still peeing, and finishes his business right down the front of my right leg and onto my shoe. Great. He's peed on me. Again. For the second time this trip. I feel like I am a great big pee-magnet. I gotta stay away from Pluto. And Goofy, too. I think. We dry my shoe, wash up, meet the others outside and head straight to Goofy's Barnstormer. We ride it twice. Once to reward Tommy for getting all wet in the playground. The second time to reward him for urinating on me. I guess. Then we go to Minnie's House. Because we HAVE to. It's Tommy's thing. And since we're rewarding him for EVERYTHING... we might as well go BIG. Or go home. Actually, I really want to go back to our WDW home and change my jeans. 'Cause there is no way I'm buying myself a pair of ugly sweats on Main today. Anyway, Tommy really likes to watch the cake in Minnie's oven. You know, the cake that rises and falls, rises and falls, rises and falls. You get the picture. Over and over and over again. Same exact thing. Like every episode of Gilligan's Island or Three's Company. Or Christmas, for that matter. Same place, people, food, jokes, music yada. Every year. But... still endlessly entertaining. Yep. So he sits in front of the oven and watches it. I wander around taking pictures of Minnie's stuff. The other kids are busy looking around. DH sits down in one of Minnie's back room chairs, closes his eyes and has a power nap. I go to check on Tommy and find him STILL happily watching the cake. And I realize something that doesn't usually happen at WDW. I'm BORED. Really bored. Verging on mindnumbing. So I decide to amuse myself with my own personal exciting light show. By pushing on my eyeballs. Hard. 'Cause you can see stars, blobs, flashes and streaking rays of light. Depending where on your eyeball you press. And how hard. Yep. That was fun for a good two minutes. Then I rally the troops and tell them we must move quickly and directly to Tomorrowland. Go! Giddyup! We head straight for Space Mountain and find that the wait is, now, very long and we must get FASTPASSES if we want to do it at all today. DH and I engage in a long and animated discussion about whether we want to remain in the MK for the rest of the afternoon or head out, soon, and go over to Epcot. During this discussion we lose Tommy. And Calvin and Beth are very busy playing their little game called "kick your brother/sister in the back of the knee and make them fall down" and they forget about him, too. I stop talking at DH for a second and look around and realize I don't see our little Bama. "Tommy!" I start. DH joins in, closely followed by Beth and Calvin. Where's Tommy? Where? WHERE? Well, who knows? It's like asking Where's Waldo? Then... THEN... I see him. He's joined another blond family. He's blended perfectly with their fair-haired, blue-eyed Nordic group. And he looks pretty happy. Like he's about to go to Cosmic Ray's with them. "GET OVER HERE!" Man! We decide to skip Space Mountain. I know. I know. Sacrilege. So...we decided to end our Magic Kingdom day at the same time as our marriage. And ride, once more, the dreaded Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger Spin. This time DH and I decide to send Tommy with Beth and let Calvin ride alone. That way it will be just ME and HIM. We have to steer and shoot on our own. Let's just say that it ended badly. For me. I cried. A tiny bit. And then, as we were walking out, kicked Mellyman in the back of the knee to make him fall over. Heh, heh. I'm a sore, stinkin' loser. I admit it. We head down Main St. and towards the exit. It begins to rain. Putting the proper damper on this moment. This moment sucks. 'Cause we won't be back to the MK until May, now. And I lost badly at Buzz Lightyear. And I'm getting a divorce.
To be continued...
libby
