Agh! I've been dragged unwittingly into the Great Debate!
In advance, knowing what I could be up against, I plead for mercy.
I came home from getting groceries this evening, and my DH announces ever so proudly that a friend of his with whom he was teaching this week just shared with him that last time he was at Disney, he stayed at POR. Thinking I'm going to get a trip report, I'm all pleased. DH wants to talk Disney, what a treat!
He says it was wonderful, DH tells me, just a beautiful resort.
I'm happy to hear it!
And guess what? he adds. And somehow, my blood runs cold. Because I know what he's about to say.
This is going to be about.....
......
...................mugs.
Guess what he has for us? DH asks me, joyfully. He bought those refillable mugs, and he's sending them with ___ tonight, they'll be waiting for you at work when you get there.
Oh, dread.
I explain gently to DH that this is a subject over which blood has nearly been shed, many times over, here on the DIS. I pry gently into the type of mugs that they might be.
The guy that worked there (I must teach DH we call them CMs!!) told him that they were good forever!
I tell him reality may, in fact, prove differently.
I get to work, and sure enough, there's a message that I have a package to pick up.
I open the back and see three very cute, pristine Dixie Landings mugs with no labels on them whatsoever for "length of stay..."
Naturally, nonetheless, I am fully aware WE DID NOT BUY THESE MUGS.
Do you think I could conveniently forget to pack them? I feel like I have 3 little DISbombs sitting in my car waiting to go home with me in the morning...
Fearfully,
Kris
