from all the Disboard socializing. At least I don't have to get all dressed up and pur-tee to do it, though! I can just sit here in my underwear and type away. Heh, heh. Sorry. Just kidding. I think. On to Disney:
Day 8, Dec 18: As we left the Magic Kingdom it was raining. A bit. Not too badly but it made it seem cold and damp all the same. And depressing. I hate to say goodbye to that particular park. Just that one. We get in our car and drive away and out the gates. I tell everyone to yell "Bye Magic Kingdom! See ya soon!" 'Cause I NEED them to. It makes me feel better. At least I haven't cried. Yet. We head back to the BCV and head up to our room. We're here for just a minute. A quick change. Of my pants. Thanks, Tommy! I decide to change Tommy too. Because his shirt is dirty. As usual. And I want to put something warmer on him. So I pick a nice turtleneck shirt for him. I look around for DH to put it on him. DH has disappeared and has barricaded himself in the bathroom. Literally. 'Cause there is NO LOCK. So I'm SOL. Ok. I'll have to do it. Ick. I REALLY don't want to put the turtleneck on Tommy. Because every time I pull it over his head and stretch it down until his head pops out... I get the willies. You see, Tommy was a big baby. He was over 8lbs at birth. With ALL of the weight in his head. And every time I pull a tight shirt over his head I am magically transported back to his moment of birth. Oh mommy! And I had him SO fast that the doctor didn't even make it into the room. Luckily WE made it to the hospital on time. So the nurse delivered that big 'ol head. Congratulations, it's the GREAT GAZOO! His first official nickname was "Lollipop". The nurse asked what we were going to name him as I was lying there receiving a record number of stitches... and I said "Lollipop". My doctor almost died. He's our family doctor and to this day he tells me I should NEVER have said that while he was sewing! Anywho... I relive Tommy's birth and we head down and over to Epcot to finish our last full WDW day in STYLE. I'm feeling the need for a buttload of drinks. But first we have to do Mission Space one last time. For everyone except poor Tommy. SEE! SEE! That's what you get for peeing on Mommy... my love. So THEN I have to say Goodbye to Gary. Then I REALLY need a drink. I ask my Mellyman what he wants and he says "BEER. YUM." Just like Homer. So we head to Germany. Just like the Allies. But we don't impose a Blockade like in 1919. We simply buy some beer. Beer. Yum. We take some pictures, drink a little beer and I keep looking over at Spaceship Earth. Sadly. DH catches me and fears that I will soon cry. Like last time. Our last day, last May, after dinner at The Biergarten, on our walk back through World Showcase I got a little weepy. DH hates that. When I cry 'cause I'm sad. It's bad enough when I cry when I'm happy but when I'm sad is WORSE. For him. 'Cause then I'm no fun. But... I also had had a HUGE BEER at the Biergarten. It looked so big that when our server brought it out the three stranger men sharing our table started to laugh really hard. Because she brought them three little, regular sized beers. And me this huge, honkin' buttload of beer. (Let's see how many times I can use the phrase "buttload" today, eh?) So... DH tries to cheer me up by reminding me that we'll be back, again, before we know it. In May! For goshsakes. It sort of works. I cheer up. Tommy falls fast asleep in the stroller. Calvin and Beth seem ok, though. They're chasing each other around in World Showcase. Man! I WISH parents would CONTROL their kids a little better. They are going to run straight into the path of a
ECV. CALVIN! Sorry. Sorry. We finish our beers. We consider riding Maelstrom but I'm already depressed, enough, so we take a pass on the King of the Fastpasses... and I, also, convince DH that we should skip the Biergarten, where our ADR is for, and have a nice, quiet dinner at The Yachtsman Steakhouse instead. He goes for it. But only because the one thing he likes better than sausage is a buttload of steak. We go back to our WDW home and have showers, relax and get ready for dinner. I make everyone get nicely fixed up. For pictures. And it's nice restaurant. I heard. Here on the Disboards. I put on my nice black pants, a new royal blue sweater, my black pearls and matching earings and do my hair and makeup. And put on my kicka$$ black boots which I call my "Bugkillers". Because they are VERY high-heeled and VERY VERY pointy in the toe. So pointy that you could kill a spider in a corner with them. I look pretty good. If I do say so myself. So does DH. He gets all spiffy and puts on work clothes. At least... he looks like he's going to work. Beth puts on her pretty blue sweater and a skirt and the boys are...are...well... they're CLEAN. That's all I ask. We head down to dinner. It's fine. It's not as good as our dinner at Le Cellier, though. Le Cellier should be a FASTPASS! After dinner we wander around the BC and YC and take some pictures and enjoy our last evening. Yes! Last evening.
You can all rejoice, now. Because this trip report is nearly finished. Nearly. But not QUITE. To be continued...