So I had a blast at Disney yesterday, although it turns out that attempting to leap from the ride boat the prop ship on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride is generally frowned upon (who knew?). We also rode Splash, Space and Thunder Mountain until my brains liquefied into smoothie and Zeke actually hit the score limit on the Buzz Lightyear ride, like seriously 999,999. Proving once and for all, that he has no life. And we saw an orange woman. Like, straight up friggin orange. She was just a bit too tall to be an escaped Oompah-Loompah so my theory is someone has been fiddling with her contrast dial.
Also we saw the "spectro-magic" parade. I have no idea what the hell spectro-magic is exactly, but I suppose it sounded better to Disney execs than "Shit-ton of LED lights"
Anyway, it was fun and all, but I think the Happiest Place on Earth gave me a little extra happiness to take home in the form of what seems to be a cold or somesuch (although the fact that I've had to run back and forth through the rain today probably hasn't helped). So I'm feeling kind of crummy but can't rest because, per the usual, there is papering to be done. So no Sean Connery movie today, sorry. I'll most likely make it up on Tuesday or Wednesday and Music Monday should be on schedule, all this depending on what my immune system decides to do, it is a fickle creature. So I'm off to have a cup of tea and write about the pitfalls of idealization in Victorian novels. Wheee. I'll see you tomorrow!
Me: "Johnny, seriously if you don't stop singing, I will punch you in the dick. Like literally clock you in the penis"
Val: "The empty threats are NOT helping!"