On September 2, I woke up early – around 6:45AM. I don’t remember if I set my alarm early to have some quiet time to myself, or if I just naturally woke up – it’s probably the former as I am NOT a morning person.
Not even at Disney World.
I made some green tea and sat out on the balcony, listening to my ipod and staring at the greenery. Pink, Promise Ring, the Pocohontas soundtrack – my ipod was stuck on the P section.
At one point I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye, but thought little of it.
Suddenly, something lands
in my hair.
About the size and weight of a baseball filled with cement. Except unlike a baseball, it did not simply strike me and fall away. It stayed in my hair and started moving around.
And before I had the time to gasp, this THING jumped off my hair and landed on my arm.
And before I had time to move, this THING jumped off my arm and landed on my naked thigh.
Obviously the last thing on my mind was pulling out the camera, so here is an approximate sketch thanks to Google Image Search:
A big, fat, adorable frog.
I did what any sane person would do when confronted with Kermit’s cousin hippy-hopping all over their bare flesh at sunrise. I screamed my freakin’ head off.
Froggy took off! I leapt to my feet and did some hopping around of my own. I opened the door to our room with the intent of running inside to safety, but was confronted with that darn curtain. I got all twisted up in it and finally broke through to stumble onto my face into our lovely hotel room.
Jakkie was sitting up in bed staring at me. Did I mention I was still screaming?
After a moment, I remembered something about myself. I like frogs. I love frogs! Lizards, frogs, toads, even some of your tamer snakes – I love them all. Because this part of the TR is skimpy on pictures, I’ll treat you one of my beloved Beep Apollo, my pet lizard from summer ’06 (some girls buy shoes when they get dumped…I bought a lizard. And a bicycle.)
So I got down on my hands and knees and crawled back out onto the balcony. “Here froggy, little froggy. Come back sweet froggy, I’m sorry I yelled. You just startled me.”
Froggy never came back. I was bummed. I love frogs, and what could be more magical than a DISNEY frog? Maybe it was this guy!
I gave up and went back inside, cursing myself for overreacting. We turned on the TV to learn that Hurricane Hannah had been downgraded to a tropical storm, and was now expected to lean to the east….skipping Orlando….going straight north.
Through Virginia (where my parents live) and Pennsylvania (where I live). Gee, good thing I didn’t end my trip early and go home.
I called my mother to gloat, but she did not answer. So let’s get on out of this room and go to a park!
We were out the door by 8:30a and off tooo…
The plan was to beeline to Toy Story Mania, which I had never ridden. We had to leave by 4pm to get back to the hotel for Jakkie’s Magical Express Bus (

), so I was hoping there would be fastpasses left. But along the way I was stopped dead in my tracks by the sighting of two jovial fellows goofing around near the Big Hat. Because one of those guys happened to be my SECRET BOYFRIEND. And I insisted we stop for a picture.
And as we ran up, they grabbed us and we began dancing and now I am dancing with my SECRET BOYFRIEND and I am oh so happy.
(Did you note how Jakkie is being yanked around by Dale in that first picture?

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OK, anyway, finally, we’re headed this-a-way.
Oh we COULD fastpass this, but why ever would we when there is only a 10 minute standby line?
…that felt like 100 minutes, but at least we got to check out the neat theming in this line.
I took a whole bunch of pictures of Jakkie with the candyland pieces at her request. Apparently Jakkie loves, loves loves candyland. And this is what I love about Disney World – the chance to travel with my dearest loved ones and learn deep, insightful things about them that I may never ever have found out otherwise.
But more importantly, I won!!
I loved this ride. Something about smashing all those plates was extremely satisfying.
Coming up: Towers of Terror! Rollercoasters of Rock! Dollars of 4!