Just home from another SoCal romp. Oh, I forgot to tell you: we were going to D'Land and such for a few days. And now we're back. I only didn't tell you before because if someone DID break in and steal all the... the... handcrafted soap? leftover Lindt? clean but sprung out underwear? then I didn't want you to be a suspect.
I took the little camera, so there are some photos. Just not at 4:40 in the morning when we've only been home two hours and I've spent most of that time catching up on feeds and nuddling hamsters. IT'S MY VACATION AND IT'S MY RIGHT TO TOTALLY SCREW OVER MY SLEEP FOR MONDAY sotheresotheresothere.
(Hanging around child culture at its worst at D'land may have awoken my dark side. I think the wheezy yawn of emergence was at its most evident when a stroller ran over my foot... three times... the same stroller each time... and I turned around and said GOD FUCK IT to the thing's driver. Or maybe it was GOD, FUCK IT! Or maybe GODFUCKIT. Or GODFUCK IT? How it was meant to be punctuated is something I thought about on the very quiet ride home. The one where Mike keep leaning over in the dark to tenderly squeeze my leg and carefully ask questions designed to get me to take back the part where I said Disneyland wasn't Disney World and I was never going back. Ever. NEVER.)
(Unless it was free and we flew there and stayed on site and I didn't have to talk to any Cast Member who wasn't trained in Florida.)
Strangely, we had a really good time a lot of the time, so it was still a fun trip. (That I hope I never have to repeat again. Ever. NEVER. Unlessitwasfree and weflewthere and stayedonsite and Ididn'thavetotalktoanyCastMemberwhowasn'ttrainedinFlorida.) I can't wait until next time.
But mostly, this post is just because Comet wants you to know that he is awake. No pressure.
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