nextidiot
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Day 1 - Travel
We woke up Thanksgiving morning with visions of giant rodents and oversize space rangers dancing in our heads.
Still dizzy from partially loading the car Wednesday night--not to mention our early Thanksgiving dinner of turkey and those tasty crescent rolls---I stumble from my comfy bed and head to the window. A dramatic change in the weather is in the air...
The wife and I decided long ago that we wanted to go to Disney World during the holidays. Not only are the halls decked to the gills, but the whether is temperate compared to a West Virginia winter. This year, however, the temperature in Huntington was in the high 50's to low 60's up until Thanksgiving Day, where the weather finally turned cold and snow was in the air.
No bother.
It doesn't snow in Florida. It doesn't snow at Disney World.
If I had to get a broom out and sweep the runway myself, that plane was taking off.
Period.
Oh... and did I mention that this was our first flight... ever!
After a full can of Diet Dew, which I understand is not sold at Disney World (Mickey and I would have to have a talk about that), DW and I decided to roll the kids out of bed and head to Cracker Barrel for some breakfast. Now, meet the cast:
DS6, we'll call him Brainy Smurf, or Brainy for short, is a child prodigy if you ask his mother. He is very smart, tells it like it is, and can be an absolute pain in the Smurf... just like his mother, by the way. He is the happy and hyper 24/7. He never stops.
DS2, we'll call him Grumpy Smurf, or Grumpy for short. Holy cow, is this kid Grumpy. If he is unhappy, the rest of us are miserable and he is unhappy most of the time just because he is cantankerous. For Grumpy, it's his way or the highway. He is notorious for his total dislike of having his picture taken. Seriously. He refused to cooperate and you can forget getting him to smile. Including our Photopass pics, we must have close to 1,000 pictures. He isn't smiling in any of them.
DW, let's call her Smurfette. Since Smurfette is the only female Smurf, it is only fitting. Smurfette, while very excited to be going to Disney, refuses to really prepare for the trip by learning a little about the theme parks, transportation, hotels, etc. She knows approximate dates and locations but leaves the planning up to me.
ME, since Grumpy Smurf is taken, we'll call me Jokey Smurf, or me, for short. If you have forgotten your Smurffing trivia, Jokey is the one who is always handing out presents that blow up in your Smurffing face. That's me. I am always finding new and insidious ways to annoy Smurfette. I became addicted to Disney in 2004 when Smurfette, Brainy, and I, took on a 7 night land/sea vacation. While I had a general idea, I felt totally unprepared for that trip and as a result, we had some miscues. Vowing to avoid such debauchery this trip, I became a lurker on every message board I could find and subscribed to TGM for some much needed advice. We will see if it pays off.
Up next: Traveling with hungry Smurfs...
We woke up Thanksgiving morning with visions of giant rodents and oversize space rangers dancing in our heads.
Still dizzy from partially loading the car Wednesday night--not to mention our early Thanksgiving dinner of turkey and those tasty crescent rolls---I stumble from my comfy bed and head to the window. A dramatic change in the weather is in the air...
The wife and I decided long ago that we wanted to go to Disney World during the holidays. Not only are the halls decked to the gills, but the whether is temperate compared to a West Virginia winter. This year, however, the temperature in Huntington was in the high 50's to low 60's up until Thanksgiving Day, where the weather finally turned cold and snow was in the air.
No bother.
It doesn't snow in Florida. It doesn't snow at Disney World.
If I had to get a broom out and sweep the runway myself, that plane was taking off.
Period.
Oh... and did I mention that this was our first flight... ever!
After a full can of Diet Dew, which I understand is not sold at Disney World (Mickey and I would have to have a talk about that), DW and I decided to roll the kids out of bed and head to Cracker Barrel for some breakfast. Now, meet the cast:
DS6, we'll call him Brainy Smurf, or Brainy for short, is a child prodigy if you ask his mother. He is very smart, tells it like it is, and can be an absolute pain in the Smurf... just like his mother, by the way. He is the happy and hyper 24/7. He never stops.

DS2, we'll call him Grumpy Smurf, or Grumpy for short. Holy cow, is this kid Grumpy. If he is unhappy, the rest of us are miserable and he is unhappy most of the time just because he is cantankerous. For Grumpy, it's his way or the highway. He is notorious for his total dislike of having his picture taken. Seriously. He refused to cooperate and you can forget getting him to smile. Including our Photopass pics, we must have close to 1,000 pictures. He isn't smiling in any of them.

DW, let's call her Smurfette. Since Smurfette is the only female Smurf, it is only fitting. Smurfette, while very excited to be going to Disney, refuses to really prepare for the trip by learning a little about the theme parks, transportation, hotels, etc. She knows approximate dates and locations but leaves the planning up to me.

ME, since Grumpy Smurf is taken, we'll call me Jokey Smurf, or me, for short. If you have forgotten your Smurffing trivia, Jokey is the one who is always handing out presents that blow up in your Smurffing face. That's me. I am always finding new and insidious ways to annoy Smurfette. I became addicted to Disney in 2004 when Smurfette, Brainy, and I, took on a 7 night land/sea vacation. While I had a general idea, I felt totally unprepared for that trip and as a result, we had some miscues. Vowing to avoid such debauchery this trip, I became a lurker on every message board I could find and subscribed to TGM for some much needed advice. We will see if it pays off.
Up next: Traveling with hungry Smurfs...