Let's carry on without comments. Only b/c it's Friday.
Except for one:
Ok.
Couldn't think of anything witty. Let's just motor...
Tommy and I climbed up the steps just in time to see Calvin and Beth emerging from their Shark Reef float.
Their faces were beaming. And there was a little hop in their steps. They were pretty jazzed by the whole experience.
Beth: Mommy? What happened? You were behind us.
Me(l): I had a wardrobe malfunction.
Calvin: What happened?
Me(l): I re-discovered drowning.
Calvin: Like when you were little?
Me(l): Yup.
Beth: Mommy!!!!! You should have done it!!! It was AWESOME!!!
Me(l): Did you see any sharks?
Tommy: There are SHARKS IN THERE?!
Calvin: It's SHARK REEF, DUDE. Duh.
Tommy: Sharks may eat you.
Calvin: You wish.
Beth: Is Daddy in?
Me(l): Turn around and feast your eyes little ones.
They turned.
To the sight of their father. A rather large mammal. In the STARFISH position.
Still.
Silent.
Crazy buoyant.
Me(l): I think he looks like... PATRICK!!!!
Calvin: From SpongeBob?
Me(l): No. Your three year old cousin Patrick. YES!!!! Of course from SpongeBob. Patrick Star.
Beth: MOMMY!!!!
Heh heh.
We watched Mellyman float around. Immobile. He was in NO HURRY to get out. Like you're supposed to do.
Ah well. We have ANNUAL WATERPARK PASSES.
Which was good.
This may take a year.
Then we noticed another large mammal. Another guy wearing red trunks. Floating near Mellyman. He was BIG. LIKE... HUGE. Bigger than Mellyman. Which is sayin' A LOT.
NOMellyman. You're still my willowy little friskybride.
Anywho... we watched them float. In exactly the same Patrick position. Still and silent. Closer and closer together. In similar red trunks.
They seemed to be in some sort of freaky Shark Reef Borg.
Mellyman would float a little to the left. At the same time the other guy would float a little to the right.
We watched in silence. Mesmerized by the beauty of it.
Until I piped up with: "I think they're doing Doubles in Synchronized Swimming!"
Then we laughed a little. And watched them some more.
They were pretty good.
Just missing some toepoints. And sequins.
Athletic grace.
Estrogen.
And... the cool little buns on their heads which are glued down with gelatin.
Lime. Flavoured.
Ok.
Mellyman finally, FINALLY, got out of the water. Followed in lockstep by chubby redpants.
We smiled and welcomed him back to the happyhaunt fold.
Except for Me(l).
I pretended to be put-off.
Mellyman told us all that it was a very cool experience and he'd love to do it again. And that he was really glad that I wussed out and he got the chance to do it. Because of my wussiness.
I love him.
Most of the time.
We turned in everyone's gear and then went out to the BIG SHARK JAW picture area. And stood there. All of us in the Megabigsharkiejawthingie... without a camera. Waiting for someone to take our picture.
A CM guy was right there and got it for us. Added it to our 8 CrushingGushRusher pics on our photopass. Wrist thingie.
Then we decided to split up. Again.
The kids and Mellyman wanted to do more slides. Tommy REALLY REALLY wanted to head to Catchakiddeecreek.
Or whatever it's called.
That's what I call it. Along with: Loseakiddeeinaheartbeatcreek.
I headed back to the locker along with Tommy to grab the camera for this. And I pulled out my phone at the same time for some sympathy.
Dialed West Point.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. RING>ringring.
The General: Hello?
Me(l): Obviously you've FINALLY got Call Display.
The General: MELANCHOLY!!!!
Me(l): Hey.
The General: What's wrong?
Me(l): I just about drowned.
The General: How are the kids? Are they alright? Have they had lunch yet?
Me(l): Heh heh.
The General: Where are you?
Me(l): Typhoon Lagoon. I just about drowned in an inch of water. Proving you... RIGHT. For once.
The General: Hush. Where are the kids?
Me(l): Shooting down waterslides about 50 metres high. With scissors.
The General: Have your husband call me later today. Goodbye.
Click.
Well... I felt better.
I'm sure she did, too.
Truly.
We just need to touch base... and often. In our own way. On our own terms.
Capish?
I put the phone back in the locker and did the locking move again.
Horrifying this cute young teenage couple beside us. Who were VERY busy putting sunscreen on each other.
GET A ROOM!
I thought.
Errrr... two rooms. THAT'S gonna lead to trouble! TFI.
Then Tommy and I headed out to Catchyerkiddeecreekorlosehimforever.
Tommy had so much FUN!!!
He met back up with his little girlfriend from BABY SHARK ATTACK... and they played for about an hour.
I chatted up his mom. And she was lovely. From the south. With the sweetest accent. And very bubbly and friendly.
LOVE a SOUTHERN GAL!!!!
Tommy did this:
And this:
And a bunch more stuff.
We had fun. And I got a lot of pics. Which I won't post here.
B/c I'm not allowed to.
Then we decided we were pretty HUNGRY!!!! Like the wolf.
And started to mosey back to our spot on the beach. Under the umbrella. Booyeah. Near the wave pool.
But... I saw a lot of commotion on the way. By this stage which was set up facing the wave pool.
Being somewhat, but not excessively, nosy. I decided to check it out.
Well!!!!
WHATDOYAKNOW?!!!!!!
It was... CORBIN BLEU!!!!! Of HSM.
Well... BLEU ME DOWN!!!!
I got these pics:
and...
And... just b/c I'm a GOOD MOM... I tried to get a full frontal for Beth.
I snuck in really close to the stage. Hauling Tommy by the hand.
And yelled, "Hey, CORBIN!"
Nuttin'.
"CORBY!!!!!"
(Corby?)
"CORB!!!! OVER HERE!!!!"!!!!!
(Corb?)
That's when I got this quick pic of Corb ignoring Me(l) completely:
And was immediately removed from the area by three undercover CM's.
Cheers, Mel.
YOU ROCK!!!
Hey instead of glueing your kids to chairs...why don't you glue your bikini bottoms to your....eh...bottom?
