WHILE YOU WAIT FOR THOSE PHOTOS...

Please enjoy this lovely story from our recent holiday at the Land -o-Disney.
It's day one, about 5-ish, Christian and Suzy, Rich and Shelly still don't have their rooms. Check in was at 3:00 and 6 very tired unhappy campers are holed up in our room, which was mysteriously ready on time.
Shelly and I went wandering the halls in search of a vending machine. I noted the halls looked alot like the ones in the Shining and we should be riding Big Wheels to get the drinks. We both agreed the little dead girls were possibly the most terrifying thing ever and wouldn't it be funny if we turned the corner and there they were and....
PING.
Right next to us the elevator opened.
We stared.
Twin girls stared back.
We screamed the scream of grown women who have been awake a combined total of 27 hours and RAN. Full-on-arm-waving-crazy-person-running.
"THEY'RE TWINS!! OMYGOD!! THEY'RE TWINS!!!"
To their credit the little girls just looked at us funny and walked down the hall to their room.
Ever been too tired to feel like an idiot?

HORPY THENKSGURVING

Chris and I are definately sick. It's gross. I have green ooze coming out of my face and Chris goobered all over his shirt. We will be spending this Thanksgiving with a couple of turkey sandwiches and some Dayquil. Both of us are in the middle of painting our bedrooms and neither one feels good enough to finish the job. We are sleeping with plastic on the floor and garbage bags for curtains. The house is an armpit, but cleaning would distract me from horking up the world record phlegm ball I've been working on.
I DO, however have half my Christmas shopping done. YAY INTERNET!!

THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR ENJOYIN' YERSELF!

I went to Disneyland for 4 days, stayed up for almost 24 hours the first day, sat on a plane with sick people, came home and painted the bedrooms, now Chris and I are both sick. He never gets sick, and one of the glands in his neck hurts. Besides encouraging him to stay home and see the doctor tomorrow, I've decided to call him "monkey glands" for the next couple of days.
AHHHH, LOVE.

TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY

Hi y'all! Vanessa, thanks for commenting, and yes, there are a preponderance of peek-a boo thongs and the occasional cheerleader convention at Disneyland. I, however, am prone to bitching and feel the need to say don't let this discourage you from going! I love Disneyland, so much so, I got married there. The last trip was for my 6th anniversary.
Brave the crowds, work the Fastpass system, and allow at least 4 days during the off season ( the Christmas decorations are great!)
I promise pictures are forthcoming, as soon as the house painting is done....for real tho.

TODAY'S POST IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE LETTER 'T'

Why has the letter T been dropped from the alphabet? Are we becoming a nation of Eliza Doolittles? I can't count the number of teeneage girls overheard at Disneyland spewing out " I wanna like go on Splash "Mow-inn", nuh uhhhh, I wanna go on Space "Mow-inn". Big Thunder "Mow-inn" is like, my favorite ride!
It's bad enough my generation has tought their children to insert "like" into a sentence instead of , oh, I don't know...say BREATHING OR SOMETHING. America is on the verge of abandoning the letter T. I like T, some of my favorite things start with T, like tea, toast, tumeric, tiramisu, being all tingly, and how sad would Chris be in a world without tits?
I say reinstate the letter T. Next time you hear someone dropping our friend T, kindly advise them to have their "ubes ied" or get a vasecomy.

WHERE THE HELL HAVE I BEEN?

Howdy all! Just got back from Disneyland. SOOOOOOO TIRED, but what fun! Pictures later... REALLY. PROMISE. For now, a moment frozen in time from the Happiest Place on Earth. There I sit, on a toilet in Fanatasy Land with a nasty case of diarrhea, wearing gold glitter mouse ears with 'Surfin' USA' blaring over the speakers.
And I'm happy about it.