The happyhaunts go South... the endless trip report!

[Sherrypooh]

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[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 17

Day 3, Dec 13: Now that Beth understands what I was talking about, she's very happy. She REALLY wanted to do the High Tea thing. Me too. I've never done it before. I was looking forward to it. And I was also looking forward to spending some quality time, alone, with her. I suggest that every parent spend time getting to know their kids on a one on one basis, doing something you BOTH enjoy... aka "Divide-and-Conquer". But I, even more strongly, suggest you NEVER take parenting advice from me. I'm sure you've figured that out for yourself by now. Because I don't read parenting manuals. On purpose. Surprise. I parent the way I live my life. By gut instinct and with joy. So, I'm probably not doing it the "right" way. But DH is investing in a "Therapy Fund" along with their education ones. But the one on one time helps you learn what your kids bring to the table... as unique individuals. Yada, yada, yada. Before we head off, though, we decide to take some pictures of us all. Together. In case we are unable to find each other again. I ask the kids to get together for a shot. They grab each other... arms wrapped around each other... tight and close. They are laughing and smiling. And wearing headbands. Except for Calvin. And they do this thing that they sometimes do when they all are together and happy. They glow. They are beautiful. ANOTHER moment for me. Ahhhhh! I take pictures. Quite a few. And, in some, Beth and Tommy switch their headbands. So I have pictures of Tommy in the fluffy Minnie Ears with Bow. One of them is the best picture I've ever taken of Tommy. I LOVE it. Then Beth and I say "Farewell" to the men and we head out. Back down Main St. Just me and her. My girl. Me and Shades Molloy. Lookin' like Gangster Minnie. I'm just not accustomed to her in the sunglasses, yet. We hold hands and chat. We decide to take the boat over to the Grand Floridian. I take pictures of her on the boat. And of the Grand Floridian as we head towards it over the water. So I can show my friends where we stayed. Ha! Anyway... some of the pictures turned out great. It really is a beautiful resort. We are on time for our ADR and have SO MUCH fun. See dining report. Except I didn't get to have a swan. After tea, we wander the Grand Floridian for awhile. Exploring... checking out the shops... pretending we're guests. Beth gets the jump on Calvin by looking for Hidden Mickey's on the great, big Gingerbread House in the lobby. THAT is very cool, too. I buy and mail postcards. Three to the cat. And one to my Mom. Who's looking after the cat. Oh. I feel an aside coming on. My mom is a funny, crusty, tough old bird. Her nicknames are Baba, Bobs, Bob, and The General. She is very strong-willed and independant. She makes me laugh so hard, too. And I love her so much. We have a "special" dynamic. We live to drive the other to drink. It takes much energy and emotion to play. It's also a blood-sport. But fun. Plus... my cat is cool. Yes. Mine. Don't tell the rest of the happyhaunts. 'Cause my cat is a dog. She follows me around and comes when I call. Right now she's on top of the computer monitor staring at me. She's my black and white, furry sidekick. But my MOM loves the cat, too. She tries to kidnap it. Whenever she looks after the cat at her place... it's hard to get Lotus back. Anyway. I send the cat more postcards than my Mom. That should get her going. Aside over. Now, we decide, it's time to head back and find the guys. And get our bracelets for MVMCP. Beth and I get ours at the entrance gates. Then we have to find the guys and give them their cards so they can get theirs. We head up Main St. and join the crowd in front of the castle that's gathering for Cinderellabration(?) I'm pretty sure I spelled that wrong. I call DH on his cell. I tell him where we are and to come and meet us. We wait. And wait. Then he calls me. Where are we? They can't find us. So I start describing our exact location to DH. In extreme detail. I'm gesturing and waving my arm as I talk on the phone. Why? WHY? Why can't they find us? It starts to annoy me and I even describe the group of people standing beside us. I hope they didn't hear. Finally, DH says "Ok. Ok. So you are in FRONT of the castle? Standing beside a family who are all wearing the SAME red shirts. Even their granny. I CAN NOT find you! I just... I can't... just tell me what's behind you?" OH MY GOD! I spin around with the phone. OHHHHHHHH! Ha, ha, ha! THERE'S DH! Ten feet behind me, laughing. Hard. With Calvin tight against his side and his hand clamped over Calvin's mouth. Calvin is laughing so hard... he's vibrating. Good one, DH! Very funny. I love when DH is funny and perky. DH is a pretty neat DH. And a spy. I walk over to DH. We still continue talking to each with the cell phones. 'Cause now it amuses us. We chat for a while. That was good. And expensive. Because each minute costs us about $3.00. Money well spent, I say. So, we all joyfully gather together and Beth starts to tell DH about High Tea. Calvin says to me, "Daddy says we should go to the Rose Garden and pick up our bracelets and then go and do Buzz Lightyear!" WHAT? Hummmm. I'm immediately suspicious. But I don't want DH to know. I wander away from them all and call Calvin over. "Calvin," I ask, "Did you guys spend most of your time in Tommorrowland when we were at tea?" Yup. "And tell me, my friend, what did you ride while we were gone?" Yup. Buzz Lightyear. A LOT! I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT! Son of a...! DH is an evil DH. He was PRACTICING.

To be continued.

 

[jeancbpugh]

HAAAA! HA! HA! WHOOOOOEEEEEE! This is the FUNNIEST reply... so far. I think you're RIGHT on the BALL. 'Cause strangely enough, DH was asking for one for Christmas. HE WANTS ONE! I should have jumped at the idea. But, I don't think he'd use it appropriately... like to find the mall, or the kids' school... or where he works. Or to get home after a poker nite with the boys. Just for HUNTIN' and FISHIN'. Thanks for the laugh, tho.

Here's what you do: buy it for him. Open it up and program all the memory points with places that you want, like the airport, before you give it to him. Don't give him the manual. Maybe he won't try to change the memory points.

 

[kimwim8]

I ask about the pants. Oh. Apparently Calvin had a tear in the cuff. He was stepping on it. It was irritating DH. So DH ripped the whole cuff, plus, off. He thinks it's much better. Yeah. The singular flood leg look is SO IN these days.

OMG!!!

I had to wipe the tears out of my eyes. Thank God it's late in the work day on a Friday and everyone is mostly gone, because I have laughed heartily outloud SO many times!!!

Can't wait to read more!!

 

[aplejax76]

Part 17
Calvin says to me, "Daddy says we should go to the Rose Garden and pick up our bracelets and then go and do Buzz Lightyear!" WHAT? Hummmm. I'm immediately suspicious. But I don't want DH to know. I wander away from them all and call Calvin over. "Calvin," I ask, "Did you guys spend most of your time in Tommorrowland when we were at tea?" Yup. "And tell me, my friend, what did you ride while we were gone?" Yup. Buzz Lightyear. A LOT! I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT! Son of a...! DH is an evil DH. He was PRACTICING.

To be continued.

 

[tbear]

.....i needed a bit of disney magic...didnt expect to feel like i was there completely!!!!
you and your family are awesome..and i cant wait to read more!!!!!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

I forgot to mention on my last post that I'd be gone for a bit. Just a little bit. The whole weekend. It's a BIG weekend for the happyhaunts. Our little Beth happyhaunt celebrated her 11th birthday yesterday on Friday, January, 13th. Yes. My firstborn came into this wonderful world on Friday January 13, 1995. Which was just perfect. For happyhaunts. So we have a weekend of many parties, dinners, friends, family, presents, cake, credit card debt and a hangover... for DH. Or two. I plan to be back on Monday. In case you were wondering. I just didn't want you to think I'd gone over to the dark side. Universal Studios.

 

[ntengwall]

How I can be laughing one second and crying the next (about your dad) is beyond me! My boys actually said, "Mommy, why are you laughing so hard...did you have laughing gas?" LOL You are a talented writer

 

[ntengwall]

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Don't go....well, ok I guess your dd's b-day is a good enough reason (my son Griffin's is tomorrow).
I want--no make that NEED--pictures! I just have to see what Calvin looks like because he sounds just like my Griffin. You know how when you read a book you have in your head how everyone looks? I can't wait to see if you all look the way I have pictured you Did you ever figure out how to upload the pics? Because of you asking, I sat here for over an hour trying to figure it out myself. Went to the Tech board numerous times and FINALLY figured it out (pics a little big though)! So if you need help, I'd be more than happy so that I can see the happyhaunts

 

[pigletof4]

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[Ron from Michigan]

I will expect the next chapter early Monday morning. We can only go so long without our daily fix.

 

[WDWfan36]

Part 7

Mommy! Daddy said that you're SO HOT when you drool in your sleep! Ha, ha, ha, ha! YOU DROOLED! Look...look...there on the pillow! GROSS! Mommy's gross. Gross. Gross, gross Mommy!"


"What? What? What did I do? I KNOW I flushed the toilet!"

I was laughing so hard i nearly fell over! ug:

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 18

Day 3, Dec 13: I'm steamed. I'm shocked. I'm stunned. I'm SURPRISED! Because I know DH very very well. I can usually accurately predict what he'll do, or say, or wear or, even, order in a restaurant. In fact, I'm pretty sure I can tell what he's thinking most of the time. But, sometimes, he does surprise me. And when he does... the surprise is usually BIG. Like his Romeo and Juliette marriage proposal. Or our three-week CAMPING honeymoon. Or the DVC membership. I like when I think I know a person... and then find out the unexpected. Most of the time. It makes life more interesting. It's how DH and myself got together in the first place. On our first date I talked. A lot. Endlessly. Big shock there. I told him of my passion for books. I told him my favourite authors... Dr. Seuss, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Henry Miller, Ernest Hemingway, Anne Rice etc. I told him that "The Sun Also Rises" was worth a read. Or two. I told him that he should check out Irving's "A Prayer For Owen Meany". I told him that anyone who could read that book without laughing and weeping aloud was dead. Blah, blah, blah. I was an expensive, steak-eating, wine-drinking, dessert-ordering, conversation-monopolizing date. He didn't talk very much. It's not his nature. But I'm not sure he had much of a chance, either. He was nice, though. And cute. He told me he liked sports, hockey, math, The Who... and beer. He said he didn't read much but he really liked Stephen King. I thought he was a good, decent sort of regular Canadian guy but I wasn't, especially, struck by Cupid's arrow. I didn't know if we'd go out again or not. And then, a couple days later, he brought me a gift. Now... I gotten some things from guys over the years. Like flowers, jewellery, perfume, a stubborn case of mononucleocis and, now and again, THE BOOT. But... a book! Interesting. Points for him. And it was used. Well worn. Well loved. More interesting. More points. He said, "Besides Stephen King, I really like this book." Hummmm???? It was "Notes of a Dirty Old Man" by Charles Bukowski. It was disturbing. It made me sick. And it made me laugh. It was honest and said plenty about real life and, especially, freedom. It was great. Blah, blah, blah, again. But... it was an interesting choice to give it to me. By him. Of all people. We went out again. I think I called him. Oh gosh. Another ramble. Sorry. The point was supposed to be... I WAS SURPRISED! And in a good way. Geez. I wondered what was up? What it said to me was that he felt the NEED to practice. In secret. A lot. Against our unspoken but understood RULE, at least in my mind anyway, that we don't play "Buzz-Lightyear's-'Separation'-Spin" without the other. I don't think it's fair. It made me think he was nervous. That he was worried I could beat him! And THAT got me jazzed! So, as the boys headed over and down to the Rose Garden to get their MVMCP bracelets, I started to get prepared for THE GAME. There are several variables which affect the outcome. First, there is the initial stage of mental preparation. The psyching up of oneself. Then there is the psyching OUT of the other. This is important... especially for me. Because I can rarely beat DH at any sport or game. Unless it's Trivial Pursuit. Or Twister. DH is more athletic, co-ordinated, stronger, faster and less flexible than I am. But I'm trickier. And in reality, while often coming close, I've only managed to beat DH at Buzz Lightyear two times. But they were big wins. In a row. And were followed by me falling on my knees outside the ride to give thanks to God. Then running in circles around DH doing the dance I call "Kicking-your-sorry-butt-to-town-and-back". He tried to walk away from me. Twice. So...I HAVE to win the head game, first. Before we even get near the ride itself. That's my only chance of getting a leg up on DH. But, NOW, I know he's nervous! Hee, hee. However... and let me stress this very strongly... the MOST IMPORTANT FACTOR in winning or losing at Buzz Lightyear is... Tommy. As in: the one who gets stuck with The Bama driving for them is goin' down... hard! 'Cause Tommy is a TERRIBLE driver. Although slightly better than my Mom. Whomever gets Tommy, gets SPUN. And not in a good way. But in a nauseating way. Just like the Mad Tea Party or The Primeval "Hurl-a-Whirl" at Animal Kingdom. And FAST. He's fast. He's the Space Ranger Spin Jinx. And neither DH nor I want him driving for us. So, as we walk towards the ride, I'm whispering to Tommy. I tell him that Daddy loves to ride with him for Buzz. And that, maybe, when we're in line, he should ask Daddy to ride in his cruiser with him. And Daddy's star cruiser is ALWAYS more fun than Mommy's. And Daddy is cool. And fun. And, by the way, so is Beth! And Calvin! THEN... he tells me that he wants to ride with ME... because he rode all afternoon with Daddy. Driving HIS star cruiser. And he's tired of that. He wants ME. He likes riding with me. Goody gumdrops. DH is a cunning DH. Sly as a fox. I'm impressed. And doomed.

 

[BratTink]

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GREAT read!

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 19

Day 3, Dec 13: The good news is that I've got DH on the run. He's scared inside, about Buzz, although you'd never be able to tell it by looking at him. It means all my hard work at psyching him out is starting to pay off. All my smack talking, little jibes, teasing and staying up till all hours at night so I can whisper "You're going down next time we play Buzz... in a BIG way... you'll be crying like a little girl!" in his sleeping ear, is finally working. The subconscious psyching out of DH. And, while I'm at it, I also whisper: "I need a new van. And... I LOVE when you do the laundry!" Hummmm? Actually... perhaps this is a waste of time. Upon reflection. DH is calm in line. He's looking at me and smiling. I hate him. Beth and Calvin are looking for Hidden Mickey's. They don't play Buzz Lightyear against each other. They know it's a game for the big dogs. And they've seen the messy aftermath. Now... the bad news is that I'm saddled with Tommy who'll put the whammy on me for sure. I'm going down. It's the truth. All of us know it. And DH is smiling. Hard. So... we do the ride. I can't go into much detail. It's too fresh. But, at one point towards the end, I snapped and screamed, "For the LOVE OF GOD let me drive for a minute!" Too late. I'm not proud of myself. It was ugly. And the pictures at the end of the ride are telling. Neither DH nor myself look like we're having any fun. We look disturbingly intense. We are the stupid, thrifty, competitive happyhaunts. DH didn't rub it in too badly though. However, he was doing this certain smile... lips pressed into a long tight Joker's grin, eyes sparkling with laughter and, then, the one slowly raised eyebrow... that drives me crazy. Everyone wanted to do it again. Not me. DH took pity on me and suggested to head over to the Haunted Mansion. Awwwww! DH is a sweet DH. Again. We make a quick guilt-driven stop at Winnie the Pooh. For Tommy. He LOVES this ride! He loves riding in a honeypot. And he looks so cute in his Tigger Ears headband. It's a cute ride. I like the colours in it. And the Hefalump and Woozel part. And bouncing with Tigger. It's weird but I SWEAR I can smell honey at the end. Must be my immagination, though. Then it's straight to the Haunted Mansion. FINALLY! I've been so patient. Time to reward Mommy for not crying like a little girl after Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin. But we're not ALL doing it. No sir. Just Calvin and I. DH, Beth and Calvin will wait outside for us. They're chickens. Calvin and I walk up to the door. We're first in line. Waiting for the door to open. A couple people wander in behind us. It's not busy at all. The quietest I've ever seen it. Door opens and, suddenly, there is a big, tall frowning CM in Calvin's face. Staring down at him. Practically touching... they're so close. Calvin wasn't suspecting that. It was good. And this CM is really great in the Gallery. "Drag your wretched bodies to the DEAD center of the room!" I love it! And he walks around the whole time, circling the few of us in the room. Lurking. Stepping up tight behind me and breathing down my neck. At least... I sure HOPE it was him! Yikes. Calvin loves the part when the lightening flashes and the thunder roars and you can look up and see the hanging corpse. I love him! Calvin... that is. I love him loving this ride with me. We do it and it's great as usual. I see something new every time I do it. And the audio track is working perfectly this time, too. There's a GREAT Hidden Mickey in the ballroom scene. THAT was what got Beth on the ride for the first time. The promise of a classic Hidden Mickey. And the chance to get it before Calvin! The ballroom party scene is fantastic. It's hard to take it all in, though. One must ride again. And again. Ok. Ok. I "LIKE" the Haunted Mansion. I told you. So we finish the ride and we're both excited... we run out and towards DH and the rest of the happyhaunts. "Wow!" I'm chattering, "Melly! That was GREAT! That was AWESOME! And COOl! I'm goin' again!" DH looks at me and laughs, "I know...I know... and every time you do it, it's even better. I know, Mel. I know." We take off, again. One MORE time! And now... a little aside. As Calvin and I headed off to do The Ride, DH, Beth and Tommy scampered over to Madame Leota's cart where they sell all the Haunted Mansion schwag. I have such a hard time, myself, deciding what Haunted Mansion stuff to buy. I want it all. Eventually. But I haven't been able to decide on a shirt these last couple of trips. And this last time I left without one... again. Or so I THOUGHT! They all gave me one for Christmas! It was perfect. I was SO surprised. And DH carried it inside his coat the whole time we were at MVMCP and I never knew. DH is a truly sweet, thoughtful DH. I love him. I was SO surprised Christmas morning! Good one, DH! Over. So when Calvin and I exit, I take a look at their bored faces and we all head back to Frontierland and Splash Mountain. It's time for Zipply Doo Da, once more. And it's great because we have the wristbands and the Splash Mountain CM's let us ride a number of times in a row without even getting out of our log. The park is empting out and this ride is very quiet. It's great. We are the lazy, stupid, thrifty, competitive happyhaunts.

To be continued...

 

[CarolB]

I can relate to the Buzz issue. Except I am not the competitive one and even when I do get to drive my own vehicle, I can't figure out how to aim those things. So I am always a willing passenger with whatever family member wants to drive and compete against everyone else. I have even been stuck in the "right" place and not hit 999,999. What can I say - I am hopeless. DD was a maid at the HM during her CP Jan-Aug 2004. She began "collecting" things from that cart, too (they used to have stuff in the store, too, but not anymore). The best purchases were a HM snowglobe (that was fun carrying around on our last day) and the minnie dressed as a HM maid.
Love your reports. Keep 'em coming.

 

[1000thhappyhaunt]

Part 20

Day 3, Dec 13: Well. We're stuck in Frontierland. Again. After Splash Mountain we do Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. Again. More than once. Although I use this as an opportunity to talk up the DVC membership to DH. It's a fantastic deal. I tell him. Because at the rate we're movin' through the Magic Kingdom it'll be 2009 before we get to The Pirates of the Carribean. Sad. We're ride re-doers. And ride reiterators. I told you we were simple folk. Because it doesn't really seem to bother us. We like it. Being reiterant happyhaunts. But, you may have noted, this is our second day in the MK and we've done a total of 6 rides so far. Yep. Fifty years in the Magic Kingdom will be just perfect. DH and I will be racing each other in our ECVs, one day in the distant future, trying to beat each other to Mickey's Phillarmagic... to see it for the 1st time. Yep. Haven't made it there, either, in three trips now. I hear it's good. Maybe I'll take my grandchildren. Well... with a big six rides under our belt, we decide we better grab some chow before MVMCP Parade starts. We go to Pecos Bills. We eat. We go. Then I volunteer to take the stroller and find a spot for the parade. We have a good 45 minutes until it starts but I want a good spot. DH, Calvin, Beth and Tommy head back to BTMR to ride it ONE MORE TIME before the parade starts. I get hot chocolate and very bad dry cookies for everyone AND steer the empty stroller. AND find a great spot to view the parade. AND spill hot chocolate all down my left leg. So I have to leave the stroller to mark our place and go and wash my leg off in the washroom. Which I can quickly locate as I've already taken Tommy there twice today. I'm not worried about the stroller, though. It's dirty and safe right where I left it. Now it has hot chocolate on it, too. I return to my spot and make some new friends. An older man and his wife. Whom I have to ask for the time. She shows me her watch. See. Don't NEED my own! I can't tell the time, though. On her watch. I stare at the watch. What the...????? I look at her. And back at the watch. She's laughing really hard, by now. It's a screwed up Goofy watch. She tells me she can't tell time on a regular watch anymore. But STILL doesn't tell me what TIME IT IS! Her husband looks at me and rolls his eyes in her direction. No problem. I just grabbed his arm and hauled it over so I could see HIS watch. Oh. Just twenty minutes to go. Thanks. He was a tad aghast. But we still chatted until the kids and DH returned. Calvin looked a little dejected. "What's wrong Bud?" I ask, "Did you scream into Daddy's ear on Big Thunder again?" Yup. And got into trouble. Again. And he'll do it later. Again. And again. It's painful. He does it deliberately. Turns and puts his mouth against the ear of whomever is lucky enough to be sitting right beside him. And screams. At the top of his lungs. He cheers up immediately when he gets PICKED though. Yes. Our head stamps are clearly visible here in the Magic Kingdom. Even in the dark. The rope is up for the parade keeping everyone out of the middle of the street. Two young cute female CMs are standing around nearby. They pull Calvin and Beth and two other young girls out of the crowd to play "Duck, duck, goose" with them in the middle of the street. But they call it "Santa, Santa, Claus" instead. More magic. More pictures. More fun. Then the parade starts and it's wonderful, just as I expected. I get weepy and make everyone hug and kiss me. They all put up with it. The best float is Mrs. Claus's Kitchen(?). The one that smells like cotton candy so strongly when it goes by. We see the man, himself at the end. Santa. Not Mickey, this time. It's over. Sad. Then we slowly head through the park towards Main St. Stopping here and there to look at things. Everyone is suddenly tired and DH and I decide that we'll watch the fireworks and head back to the BCV. It's been a long day. Plus... it's cold. COLD! The kids are complaining and they already have plenty of layers on. My hands are really cold. So DH finds a spot on Main St. for us to watch the parade and the rest of us head into the Emporium on Main to look around. Calvin and Beth find this old-fashioned viewer thing. Like you find at scenic outlooks to see across the water, etc. It's in one of the clothing stores and it's big. I don't know what it's called. But, anyway. There's a place to put coins in it and Beth convinces Calvin to put his precious money in and look through. He's only using pennies but he keeps plugging them in. And Beth is laughing and encouraging it. He puts about 5 cents in total in. Until I stop him. Because I'm annoyed at Beth. She KNEW it wasn't working, that it was a decoration, and she would have made him continue to do it... forever. Or until a good amount of his money was gone. It was amusing her. I didn't like it. There was a definite element of meanness in it. And in her laughter. I told him it didn't work and he looked at her with hurt in his eyes. So I told her to pay him back the 5 cents out of her own money. Now! Chop chop Miss Nibs! For some unkown reason... probably because she was tired and cold. She completely LOST IT! Crying, wailing and gasping. Over 5 cents! And she passed the point of no return and I couldn't calm her down. Huge scene. I had Tommy trapped against a display so he couldn't wheel the stroller anywhere and had to crouch down in front of her and do some serious Beth calming. It took a while. Probably 5 minutes of talking and whispering and patting her hands. I was totally focused on her the entire time. She finally chilled and I looked around to find that Calvin was nowhere in sight. Gone. "Calvin! Calvin! CALVIN?!!!!!" calling him and getting NO response. I look out the door and call DH in. He doesn't have him either. I start to panic. I get the cold, sick feeling in my belly and feel my adrenaline go through the roof. DH is looking around too. Calling him. I grab Beth and tell her to hold onto Tommy's stroller and "DON'T MOVE!" And I take off. Through the store, screaming my middle child's name. I'm scared. I don't have a clue where he went. It was a long, very very long minute or two of running and yelling. And then I see him! Way down the store, through another archway, and walking my way. With a little WDW plastic bag in one hand and his wallet in the other. And a big happy grin on his face. OHMIGOD! He was shopping! Alone. Without telling me he was going. Bad, bad moment at Disney. The first one, ever, for me. "Calvin! Why? Why? Why? Why didn't you say something to me? I was very worried. I thought I lost you!" I felt like strangling him. But, also, hugging him. The hugging won out. Relief. He had bought candy. A stupid blue candy paintbrush thingie that you dip in more candy paint. A very expensive candy treat. Squanderer! I find DH and the rest and we leave the store. To go and watch the fireworks. Which I don't enjoy so much. I've lost the "feeling" for a bit. It's time to leave. We're done. The kids pass out as soon as we get in the car. I take a cute picture of them all slumped over against each other, sleeping. And, especially, of Calvin. With a big blue candy-coated mouth. A precious big blue candy-coated mouth.

To be continued.

 

[BratTink]

Thanks Happyhaunt, I'm going to get fired as I did NO work today except read your dining report!

 

[WDWfan36]

I LOVE your tl, can`t wait to hear more!

 

[THE HAT]

noooooooooooooooo that can't be all......i need more more more keep it coming asap mom haunt!