The cat is offically out of the bag....
The can is open and worms are everywhere...
I tried to do it fast...like ripping off a band aid. But I got stuck...I stammered and spewed and must've sounded like a complete idiot. And it didn't help that I had uncontrollable giggles....that drives Tony NUTS

. You know the kind of giggles I'm talking about. When you're really nervous, yet all you can do is laugh? Yeah, I get like that. Only with him. Only when I'm explaining something he's going to be mad about...really, really mad about. The more nervous I get, the more I smirk and laugh...
So anywho...I told him about Sheila Begladtohelpya...and the 107 points we have to use or lose. How I can't even rent them out as they're already banked...yada yada yada...
I can see him out of the corner of my eye...as I'm looking at the floor to keep from laughing...he's doing that neck thing...like he's wearing an invisible turtleneck shirt that's way too tight around his neck...he starts rolling his head...his face is getting red...By the way, I find the "neck thing" totally hysterical, therefore making it even harder to look at him!
I explain how we can now have SIX magical days at SSR for only 100 points...OR....we have 4 in a 1 BR for 125...After I go through and explain, via fuzzy Disney math, how exactly 107 points fits in between those 2 choices, he SNAPS...
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I can see you guys now...)
Now, when he yells at me, he yells with his hands...they start flailing around - picture if you were falling backwards off a ledge and trying to regain your balance with your arms...yeah, it's like that. Totally ridiculous looking...and to top off your mental picture, may I present you with this...the eyebrows...they go straight up to his hairline when he's mad (or when he lies...dead giveway)...So there he is, arms flailing, eyebrows climbing up his forehead to try and escape his face, the neck rolling...pretty picture, isn't it???
Then he gets out what he's trying to say (not before I can don my welding helmet to avoid the flames he's about to spew)

...and I quote...
"I BOUGHT A 1 BEDROOM...I'M STAYING IN A 1 BEDROOM. I'M NOT STAYING IN A HOTEL ROOM EVERY FREAKING TIME WE GO!! I want to stay in a one bedroom. For four days. NOT SIX...DO YOU HEAR ME?? FOUR DAYS!!

"
Me - Ok, so you're saying you'll think about it???
In hindsight, that was not the right time to try and lighten the moment!!
So, tomorrow I have to call and change our ressie to a 1br from Friday to Monday...big, heavy sigh...
I tried everything I could think of to convince him how much better and less stressful (thanks V!) 6 days would be...we could hit water parks! Don't you want to go to water parks??
Nope...wasn't biting...I think if I could hold out one, maybe 2 more days...I'd have him sold. OR...I'd have the bed all to myself...

one of the two...
HOWEVER, I couldn't stop there...
I then proceeded to tell him about January....

donning protective gear, once again...
That went over better than August...and then I heard the question that PROVED to me once and for all that he just doesn't get it...and I may wait a day or 2 and come up with a counter-offer...
WHY do have to keep going back to Disney World. It's the same rides and the same stuff to see every time again and again...
YES - I knooooowwwww....HELLO???? McFly??? That's one of the things I love best about it!!! Nope...
I'm sorry, but if you have to ask, you wouldn't understand...
I took my four days in August and 7 in January (possibly 9) and took my deal off the table...
I think though, that perhaps Michael and I could go for 6 days...maybe DH could fly down on Friday???

Wonder how I could word that...