lurkyloo
The Attic was just perfect!
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And then suddenly it all went horribly wrong. We were exploring the fort and marveling at all the places that would have given our Disneyland's lawyers a heart attack when, moments after Patrick warned me to watch my head at the entrance's low doorframe, I walked full-speed into the exit's low doorframe because my doofy hat was blocking my view! Luckily no one else was around at that moment, because I hollered some words that are naughty in ALL languages. Then I plopped down on a fake barrel and burst into tears.
As I was disintegrating, a little girl stepped into the fort, took one look at me, SHRIEKED, and bolted back out the doorway. This instantly cracked us up. I can only imagine how frightening it would be to step into a dark and spooky old fort to discover a ginormous woman in a voluminous white poncho wailing at the top of her lungs.
The Lair of the Wailing Woman
After that I managed to pull myself together, and we staggered off the island as it closed for the night. Patrick kept asking if I could see straight or if I felt dizzy, but mostly I just felt like an idiot for not watching where I was going.
Oh NOW you tell me!
After nearly getting sent to the hospital while trying to ask the park nurse for earplugs, we knew if I went in there now they'd probably euthanize me, so instead Patrick got me a cup of ice at a counter service restaurant and poured it into a handy Ziploc bag. Actually, *I* got the ice because I made Patrick go around taking more reference pix of the restaurant .
This is the Lucky Nugget Café or possibly Thomas Keller's French Laundry, for all I knew
So then I was the ginormous woman in a voluminous white poncho holding a plastic bag to her head. We rode the riverboat. I got to sit down. The Japanese 3-year-old next to me was practicing saying his numbers, and he knew more of them than I did.
At least I still have my popcorn bucket!
Hey cool! The settler's cabin is still burning in Tokyo! Now all they need is the body draped over the table or me sitting there wailing
As I was disintegrating, a little girl stepped into the fort, took one look at me, SHRIEKED, and bolted back out the doorway. This instantly cracked us up. I can only imagine how frightening it would be to step into a dark and spooky old fort to discover a ginormous woman in a voluminous white poncho wailing at the top of her lungs.
The Lair of the Wailing Woman

After that I managed to pull myself together, and we staggered off the island as it closed for the night. Patrick kept asking if I could see straight or if I felt dizzy, but mostly I just felt like an idiot for not watching where I was going.
Oh NOW you tell me!

After nearly getting sent to the hospital while trying to ask the park nurse for earplugs, we knew if I went in there now they'd probably euthanize me, so instead Patrick got me a cup of ice at a counter service restaurant and poured it into a handy Ziploc bag. Actually, *I* got the ice because I made Patrick go around taking more reference pix of the restaurant .
This is the Lucky Nugget Café or possibly Thomas Keller's French Laundry, for all I knew








So then I was the ginormous woman in a voluminous white poncho holding a plastic bag to her head. We rode the riverboat. I got to sit down. The Japanese 3-year-old next to me was practicing saying his numbers, and he knew more of them than I did.
At least I still have my popcorn bucket!








Hey cool! The settler's cabin is still burning in Tokyo! Now all they need is the body draped over the table or me sitting there wailing




