When I left off DH and I were just leaving epcot after a rather lovely day. We had big plans for the evening - a grand dinner at the California Grill. I made this ADR months and months ago and I couldn't WAIT to eat here. I told my DH I did not want one gift for Christmas - just our dinner at CG.
Here's a few more epcot pics before I go on with the story
Oh - I almost forgot this one - Our "chillin" ride on Test Track - I see someone in the back row is whooping it up!
Some more topiaries
So when we got to the car, I called Member services to see if we could get Christmas party tickets. I like calling MS. The CM's are always super nice and helpful. While the CM was checking for ticket availability, I noticed I had a call coming in on my cell. I was hoping it was just a text - something stupid like the traffic alerts I get. (Which - BTW - I think its funny when I get traffic alerts from Delaware when I am on vacation. I need to learn how to suspend those messages while I am away - they put a serious damper on the magic, because they are a vivid reminder of the real world, to which I must eventually return).
About 30 seconds later my DH's cell rings and it is our house/baby sitter (HS)!
I can overhear their conversation and it appears that our HS can't get into the garage using the keypad and he left his house key in the house!
While I am giving the CM my credit card info and trying to write down confirmation numbers, I hear my DH giving the HS all kinds of elaborate instructions on replacing the battery as well as how to "break into" the house if the garage door won't open. I excused myself from the CM for a minute to remind my DH and the HS that my DS15 would be home from school in about 45 minutes and I was sure he could open the garage door. He does it every day. However, I couldn't drop this nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, the battery was really dead and everyone would have to "break into" the house.
I was happy that we got party tickets, but when I hung up from member services I heard my DH say, "Am I going the right way???????"
Oh for crying out loud! How the heck hard is it to get from Epcot to SSR! I didn't say this, but I thought it as I looked up to see we were on I-4. No wonder my DH needs a GPS. He has no sense of direction and can not follow simple signs. He has driven from Epcot to SSR a "bagillion" times. Why can't he talk on the phone and drive at the same time.
Of course, his inability to follow the signs back to SSR was somehow MY fault. "Well, you shouldn't have been on the phone", he said. Oh pleeezzzeee!
The GPS (Ellie) was in the trunk, I think. Heck - I don't know where it was, but it wasn't on the dash board. I told DH to get off on 194 and I figured I would just follow the signs back to Disney. DH decided that he now had an opportunity to look for a bathing suit and underwear. Did I mention that DH also discovered he was down to his last pair of underwear. Oh yeah - I think I did when I decided to turn him back into a gnome!
Finding the bathing suit was easy. We just went into the first giant gift shop we found. I looked around, but did not really think the prices were all that great. With T-shirts being 40% off at disney, there was no reason to buy them at some hole-in-the wall gift shop. So, while DH was shopping for a bathing suit, I texted DS 15 to let him know about the garage situation. "Text me as soon as you get in the house", I instructed him!
After we get back in the car, DH decides he has to find underwear. OK - I don't know this area very well, but I have never seen any walmarts or targets on anything similar in this area. DH says, " I think there is a
walmart down here" and he keeps driving down 194. Ok - maybe there was a walmart down that road eventually, but I KNOW FOR A FACT that we had never gone to a walmart following this road. I knew we were seriously wasting our time looking for the stupid underwear that HE forgot to pack.
This is where things turned bad. I'm not sure what I said, but DH got all pissy. He started to say we had already spent too much money on this trip, he didn't want to go on vacation with me, and he was no longer interested in going to dinner with ME!
Well, as far as future vacations were concerned, I really didn't care. But, by God, I was going to dinner at CG whether he went or not!
So by the time we got back to SSR it was after 4pm. DH had a bathing suit, but no underwear. The kids got in the house and I decided to make peace with DH. After all, it was stupid to fight on vacation and I really didn't want to go to dinner alone.
Up next......the most amazing dinner and view of the MK!
The only thing that would have made it more perfect would have been leaving some "room" for that Grey Goose slushie! 
But I made up for it later at The CG.
- from the look on my face in the last picture 
