Well. Since labdogs42 RUINED my big surprise for you... I guess I'll just have to continue on with this ridiculously long trip report. I was, in fact, thinking about asking Jessica(lds42) to join me for a margarita in Mexico next trip... however, she has let it slip that her DS is a "SHOE-PUKER"! I'm a shoe-girl. So that, understandibly, bothers me a little. However... my sexy
crocs are plastic. I KNOW. I KNOW. They're NOT that sexy. But... I already told you that I don't give a half of a crap. Onwards, then:
Day 7, Dec 17: Whenever we eat in Epcot, we seem to head directly to Mission Space afterwards. I don't know why. Yes, I do. We are the thrifty, reiterant, livin' on the edge during vacation happyhaunts. We laugh in the face of botulism AND forcefull public vomiting. Good thing. 'Cause those two seem to naturally go hand in hand. At MS, DH and I took turns riding with Beth and Calvin whilst Tommy played endlessly in the kiddy climber. The first ride Calvin and I took together, he threatened to call Ralph on the big porcelain phone. Yeah. He screamed, "I'm gonna choke!" Or puke. Or hurl. Or blow chunks. Or roll out the colour-coded carpet. You get the picture. (And, perhaps THIS also needed a disclaimer. Too late. Once again.) He was convincing because he made a grab for the in-flight barf bag. But then yelled "PSYCHE!". What a darlin'. I'm sure the two other strangers in our pod were so thrilled. And, I'm sure, if they ever decided to ride MS again they were going to look carefully around the Pre-Flight room to make sure WE weren't standing on the dots in front of them. But... it was fun. The ride. Then DH and Beth did it and then he did it with Calvin, once more, while Beth played Mission Control and I looked around the dump shop for a bit with Tommy. ONCE MORE. I decided to buy DH a little gift. Well... a big gift. 'Cause he wears a XXL shirt. I got him a black MS t-shirt. And I bought Tommy one of those swirly-whirly toys that light up. It was a Stitch one. He LOVED it. Calvin and DH showed up and DH told me that his eardrums were bleeding because he ended up with Calvin and two other boys slightly older than Calvin... but just as immature. And they ALL screamed that they were ALL gonna barf throughout the ride. Can you all say "Manual Override"?! My Big Mommy Man HATES that. He takes Mission Space very seriously and you better... you BETTER... press your own button when it's your turn. If you know what's good for you. However he WILL let it slide if you're actually sick... or "hot". I cheered him up with his new MS shirt. He was quite pleased. DH was a happy, big t-shirt wearing DH. He was glad I didn't have it sent to the room, though, he said he wanted to wear it to dinner that night. Then the happyhaunts headed over to Test Track to make it all better for Tommy. Although we could have skipped it. He was as happy as could be with his light-up Stitch toy. DH suggested we get the kids a treat. WHAT?! Oh, nevermind. He was talking about the free Coke place. So we went over. To load up. For free. We were all pretty thirsty anyhow. Tommy had one little cupfull of Beverly (thanks, Calvin) and then announced to me that he had to go potty. So I took him out and around the building to the washrooms. Where we spent a good 15 to 20 minutes while I cheerleaded him through his "spikey poop" extravaganza. I won't elaborate further. Met back up the the other three haunts and wandered up World Showcase way via Mexico. But we didn't have margaritas. We wanted beer instead. We paused briefly in Norway so that I could check out the inside of the restaurant there. I was contemplating a Princess Storybook Dinner for our May trip and wanted to see the inside. Tommy would LOVE the PSD. He loves princesses. Calvin doesn't mind them either. They've got a little of their 'ol Dad in them, after all. So I asked the CM at the entrance if I could look around and use the washroom. Sure. I did. Then we headed to Germany for beer. Yum yum. I do like beer. BEER... YUM! Sometimes I feel a little like Homer Simpson. Oh...sorry. That's DH! So DH hurries over to order us some draft and Calvin and I notice two things. One is that Tommy has suddenly dozed off. Man. That kid falls asleep fast! And, two, that Snow White was standing over ALL BY HERSELF in Germany. And... I just HAD to laugh when I read something very similar in ZZUB's trip report... cause it was the exact same phenomena with us. So Calvin and I rushed over to get a picture. I kept waving Beth to join us but she didn't want to. She's really shy sometimes. Or else she thought Snow White really WAS a total loser princess. No matter. We got some good pics with her and Calvin and me and her, too. And then the three of us. Thanks Beth! Then a crowd started forming behind us for autographs and such. Melly came back with two beer. OHHHHH! THAT was why he was waving at me! So the server could see that I was the other beer drinker with him. What a stupid rule... if you ask me! So we walked slowly through the vibrant and pleasurable World Showcase, drinking beer, and pausing only to mail postcards in the good old USA. As we strolled towards France, we noticed a cute young couple of newlyweds wearing the Minnie Ears Veil and the Mickey Groom Tophat. I told DH that we should have done our Honeymoon at WDW, again, and then we could have worn those. DH laughed. Hard. He said that he would never, ever wear that hat with the ears. But... he's WRONG. Do you know why? Because I got him to wear the Tigger Ears for a little while at the Studios the other day. Just for a bit. But he DID it. Talk about some weird looks. He really looked sweet, though. Cute. Gentle. And slightly moronic. But... it kinda turned me on, too. I'm ashamed to admit. Any of you Disladies ever seen the movie "Tim" with Mel Gibson? 'Nuff said. Probably too much said. So let's continue on so that I can dig myself out of this hole. Looking at the honeymooning couple prompted Calvin to ask DH a question, "Daddy? Are you sorry you married Mommy?" Ha. Not "Daddy... are you HAPPY you married Mommy?" but "SORRY". Geez. DH looked all serious for a minute and answered, " No, Calvin. Of course, not. Because I wouldn't have you three awesome kids now... would I? And, I have to say, my life has certainly been more interesting with your Mother in it. I'm happy I married her!" AWWWWW! DH! That was SUCH a "Disney Moment" for me. Until he added, "However... I'd probably live a lot longer if I hadn't." Grrrrr! It was a classic moment not unlike the "Tommy Draws Fire" love-in Calvin had a while ago. Romantic moment over, we continue through France where I take some blurry pictures of the Eiffel Tower and then the BCV. They ALL came out blurry. And... I'm not even drunk yet!
To be continued...