Madness of the entirely correctable sort.
In the sense that if I don't get some printer ink so I can get out all the information/senseless whatnot I've discovered on these here fine boards I'm going to go crazy!
The trip binder lives, folks. And it's a work in progress...not quite deserving of photographs...unless you'd like to see this...
Proof! Proof I tell you that I have thought about this trip! Actually, you can see our
MNSSHP tickets peeping out from that nice vinyl pocket. And there are my dividers, as instructed by Professor Jackie, laid out very nicely, minus the Directions/Maps. If our pilot can't figure out how to put the nice little Southwest Airlines jet on Autopilot to Orlando, then the TK family is going to have larger issues to worry about.
And now...
I betray my pirate side...
and join my Sith father in bringing you the dark side of Excel spreadsheets...
Yup. Want to know what that is?
It's a spreadsheet of our estimated gratuity, broken into 15, 18, & 20% increments at all the lovely establishments we'll be noshing in. Yes, TK needs to have this planned. Regardless of whether we bring cash or use that good ole fashioned credit card, or the KTTW card linked to the good ole fashioned credit card, this needed to be part of my budget.
Especially since, in the most optimstic piratey Jack Sparrow fashion possible, assuming that we have wonderful meals with impeccable service at every single place we eat and feel the compelling desire to reward our loyal waitstaff with some of our treasure, thereby tipping 20% at every meal, we need to bring a little over $100 with us to cover gratuity.
Did I just beat out my last longest sentence ever award? Methinks yes.
So, I needed to have that little spreadsheet because it's helpful to know how much cash to bring. Or to charge...or...you get the idea.
Now, see that gratuity spreadsheet? I also have one with all our ADRs, but prefer not to let the general public see all my confirmation numbers...call me crazy...but anyhoo, that's all printed and nestled behind the happy little ADR Information divider.
And you know what that means?
I'm done with ADRs. No more calling. No more changes. Until we get down there. If we have an ADR and don't feel like going, we're not. I'll trade table service for counter service and not even bat an eyelash folks. Because that's a pirate's life for three.
Go where the wind takes you.
And thankfully, that blessed wind is taking my DH with us.
And you know what really did his boss in?
I just have to mention it here for those who don't partake in the LapuLapuette thread, or didn't catch it.
My son.
My cute, adorable little peanut.
DH's boss said, I can't imagine telling you that you can't take a trip with DS. Because he'll only be this young once. And when they get older, they won't want to go the same places you do, or do the same things (not if I have anything to say about it

) and it wouldn't be fair for you not to go.
:::sigh:::
Don't I know it.
And that is how A Pirate's Life for Three became really, really official. Because of the three.
