I had this whole plan for daily blog entries while I was down here, only I always forget how whipped I am when we get back from the park each day. I didn't have the juice to even think about writing.
Still, I had pictures I wanted to post, so last night, after a couple martinis, I sat down while the kids were winding down and got set to upload pictures from the camera.
And of course, the cable that I'd so carefully packed turned out to not be packed.
I am still somewhat puzzled over this, but it kneecapped my plan to post. So, you know, nevermind.
Heading home today - we had a vague plan to stay another night in SoCal and do something post-mouse but none of us really feel like it, so I'll be home and back on line tonight, maybe in time for an HNT post and everything.
Plus, I can tell a little story of almost popping a disney security guy in the mouth, and almost spending my last day in Mouse Jail.
But that little story can wait.
Post-Mouse is such a sad feeling.
Mouse jail would have really sucked. It's the seamy underbelly of Disneyland.
What, you didn't pop the mouse AND the security guard?
I don't think I could resist giving the mouse a good whack :)
The end of a MMworld expedition is never a happy time. However, the security story sounds like an interesting tale. I'll have the popcorn ready when the storyteller settles down by the campfire...
eagerly anticipating Tuesday....mwahahahahahahaha!!!
What's that phrase, post-mouse triste?
And in fact I've utterly lost interest in writing about the trip. Aside from finally being able to get my email, I don't wanna be home.