kimmar067
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Day 2 - "...I've eaten them boiled, I've eaten them fried; Poached and shirred and deviled and scrambled. Hummeled, shmummeled, cuddled, and frammeled - I've eaten them beaten, and swizzled and swuzzled. Frizzled, cadizzled, bamboozled, and fuzzled...I know every way that an egg can be guzzled- And thinking of eggs, reminds me of Sam; Whose favorite dish...Is green eggs and ham." ....is it time for LUNCH yet???
....sooo, every time I get a chance to add yet another 'flavor' to this saga, the most peculiar thing happens - my mind goes off in a million and one directions and I get the most severe case of..............writers' block. Funny, but when I'm just drifting off peacefully to Jay Leno's gnat-annoying voice, a rush of great anecdotes, miscues, otherwise known as 'cute foibles' that is our vacation legacy, awe-inspiring messages for would-be Orlando-goers, and streams of witty prose the likes of which would make a. a. milne envious fill that grey matter known as my medulla oblongata [my cerebrum and cerebellum, respectively, are full-up, so it spills out occasionally to that stand-by in my cranium region, my m.o.
- I know, it's a 'gift'!] Of course, I fully realize that I have no right to complain about this unfortunate situation that I most often find myself in:
1) I SHOULD have started this journey WA-A-A-A-A-AY long ago,
2) since my days are so hectic, my Pulitzer-prize winning fodder becomes long forgotten, and,
3) I suffer (no pity votes here folks) from the incurable O.F.Syndrome. I've heard [through the viewing of many infomercials] that cans of creamed corn can drastically reduce its nasty effects; I'm not totally convinced though, (besides, the jury's still out on that one) but I digress....
.....it's the HOTTEST part of August during the HOTTEST time of the day and there is NO WAY that I'm gonna eat eggs in any way, shape, or form - not with a mouse, not in a house, not here or there, not ANYWHERE! However, we ARE getting hungry and we ARE heading in the general direction of the most wubulous, fantubulous, magorical, cantorigal [hey, if a silly old 'doctor' can make up words, well, heck then, so can I!] place in the park. It's actually not too crowded here and the eatery promises to have some nifty, spifty A/C . Of course, I'm talking about, none other than
....the Circus McGurkus Cafe Stoo-pendous! We entered the big top of the Circus McGurkus where strange creatures performed and acrobats were twirling overhead, along with the High in the Sky Seuss Trolley Train Ride, that passed at random intervals. Well, there wasn't any Who hash or roast beast on the menu board, but we were quite satisfied with what they DID offer - fried chicken, spaghetti, pizza, cheeseburgers and chicken Caesar salad....
....after a mediocre lunch, at best [sorry, you'll get no food porn outta me. . .the lunch was passable, but non-descript and probably could have been something found at one's local mall food court...], we decided to finish out the afternoon, strolling past those areas that we had raced by this morning...
....sooo, every time I get a chance to add yet another 'flavor' to this saga, the most peculiar thing happens - my mind goes off in a million and one directions and I get the most severe case of..............writers' block. Funny, but when I'm just drifting off peacefully to Jay Leno's gnat-annoying voice, a rush of great anecdotes, miscues, otherwise known as 'cute foibles' that is our vacation legacy, awe-inspiring messages for would-be Orlando-goers, and streams of witty prose the likes of which would make a. a. milne envious fill that grey matter known as my medulla oblongata [my cerebrum and cerebellum, respectively, are full-up, so it spills out occasionally to that stand-by in my cranium region, my m.o.

1) I SHOULD have started this journey WA-A-A-A-A-AY long ago,
2) since my days are so hectic, my Pulitzer-prize winning fodder becomes long forgotten, and,
3) I suffer (no pity votes here folks) from the incurable O.F.Syndrome. I've heard [through the viewing of many infomercials] that cans of creamed corn can drastically reduce its nasty effects; I'm not totally convinced though, (besides, the jury's still out on that one) but I digress....
.....it's the HOTTEST part of August during the HOTTEST time of the day and there is NO WAY that I'm gonna eat eggs in any way, shape, or form - not with a mouse, not in a house, not here or there, not ANYWHERE! However, we ARE getting hungry and we ARE heading in the general direction of the most wubulous, fantubulous, magorical, cantorigal [hey, if a silly old 'doctor' can make up words, well, heck then, so can I!] place in the park. It's actually not too crowded here and the eatery promises to have some nifty, spifty A/C . Of course, I'm talking about, none other than

....the Circus McGurkus Cafe Stoo-pendous! We entered the big top of the Circus McGurkus where strange creatures performed and acrobats were twirling overhead, along with the High in the Sky Seuss Trolley Train Ride, that passed at random intervals. Well, there wasn't any Who hash or roast beast on the menu board, but we were quite satisfied with what they DID offer - fried chicken, spaghetti, pizza, cheeseburgers and chicken Caesar salad....







....after a mediocre lunch, at best [sorry, you'll get no food porn outta me. . .the lunch was passable, but non-descript and probably could have been something found at one's local mall food court...], we decided to finish out the afternoon, strolling past those areas that we had raced by this morning...
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