When we last spoke, I mentioned that I wanted to pick the girls up from school and take them to Disney World. This was just my way of telling you that I was about to pick the girls up from school and take them to Disney World. Jeff was there for a sales meeting, and because the girls had a four day weekend, hooking up in Orlando made sense.
David Sedaris has taught me a lot of things, but one of the most memorable is this: No one wants to hear about your travel stories. No one wants to know that our flight was delayed to the extent that we were going to miss our connecting flight, meaning we would be at least a day late to Orlando. No one wants to hear that I had to pick the girls up earlier than I wanted and that we had to run like jerks who run through the airport and blashen blashen blashen ofdiuvhdvfkneipr98yshoa.
When we arrived in Orlando on Thursday night, Jeff picked us up from the airport and broke the news to the girls that they would be sharing a bed during the first night of the trip. To Harper, it suddenly didn’t matter that we were in Orlando. It didn’t matter that Jeff had a huge stack of snacks waiting for us in the hotel room. What mattered is this: Apparently, Meredith is a kicker. A KICKER.
(When Meredith was in kindergarten, the art teacher wrote her name on the back of one of her projects. Instead of writing “Meredith” she wrote “Meredlo”. It’s Harper’s favorite misspelling EVER, and sleeping with Meredlo is not hashtag how Harper does.)
I shared a bed with Meredlo on Thursday, and there was no kicking. The End.
Because the temperature was below freezing in St. Louis this morning and because freezing St. Louis people don’t want to hear about Florida, I’ll keep this short.
On Friday, we went to the Magic Kingdom, and the sky was amazing.
(Please know that castle cleaning crews were cleaning the castle and I really needed them to move the crane so I could take some decent photos, but they wouldn’t. So I didn’t. I did, however, almost get run over by at least 3,291 strollers that carried children who should have been walking. Let me just say this: If you have a child who is over the age of four and that child is perfectly capable of walking, please don’t rent a stroller. Your eight year old may be tired and cranky, but that doesn’t mean she needs wheels. There are other kids (and adults, for that matter) who need the stroller/wheelchair space. Don’t take up more room than you need. Someone please change the subject because I could go on and on about this and I’m starting to not like myself.)
On Friday evening we went to the new hotel, and it was a place where no one had to share a bed unless they wanted to.
Saturday was for Universal Studios, and Hogwarts was breathtaking.
My only recommendation? Buy ONE butterbeer. There is a good chance that the thought of butterbeer is much better than the actual butterbeer. And maybe you’re the only person in your party who really likes the butterbeer so you end up drinking most of the butterbeer because you don’t want to waste money and then you end up feeling really sick. Like, so sick that you are unable to go on rides because the thought of vomiting in public terrifies you. I’m 43. I know.
On Sunday, we went to an outlet mall and purchased absolutely nothing and then we went back to the hotel where Jeff and the girls swam and I watched the end of one of the Twilight movies and worked on a cardigan. That evening we went to Downtown Disney and ate at the Rainforest Cafe. Also, I made out with a statue.
Here’s the thing. If you give me a statue, there’s a good chance that I’ll make out with it. It’s hashtag how I do.
On Monday we checked out of the hotel and drove to Cocoa Beach to spend some time with the Atlantic Ocean.
At 6:40 we jumped on a plane and flew back home. After we went to bed, it began to snow. School was canceled. I cleaned out a cabinet and a closet, made fake steak veggie burritos, and set up an appointment with a new dentist.
17 thoughts on “I gained four pounds, and none of it can be blamed on a funnel cake.”
Hashtag you’re my favorite puddings.
I so could have warned you about the Butterbeer…
Your weekend was better than mine #norovirus #laundry #threeboysandahusbanddown #captainofUSSPuke
That was the best Disney/vacation post I’ve ever read.
Lucky ducks. Who is that in the first statue?
We can’t wait to go again! I can’t wait to hear more about Hogwarts. It wasn’t there last time and we really want to add that to our trip. Looks like a fun time.
Glad you had a good time! I’ll read (and enjoy) anything you write, even a vacation summary while I’m freezing my arse off.
That note made me burst out laughing. I want to start leaving Post-Its around my house with the same hashtag. We could start a movement. Re: the Butterbeer — it should come with a warning label. I was the mayor of the Three Broomsticks’ restroom not so long ago thanks to that evil/delicious brew.
Want me to photoshop that stupid crane out of your pictures?
I personally love reading/hearing about other people’s vacations! Thanks for sharing.
Harry Potter World was SO MUCH FUN! We went several years ago with our young adult kids, and a good times was had. Never been to Disney, so can’t compare.
This is completely random, but I saw it and really thought of you immediately:
(this isn’t spam, I think)
I’m glad you had a good make out session.
We ate outdoors at that Irish pub this summer, and a river dancer pulled my daughter on stage and taught her some moves. My daughter’s 6 and was born on St. Patrick’s Day, so it was easily the highlight of her life, at least for that day. After all, we were at Disney, so every day was pretty special.
I’ve always suspected that butter beer was not as good as it sounds in the books. But still has to be better than pumpkin juice. Pumpkin latte, pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, ok, but juice?
BJ and I are so with you on the whole stroller thing. We feel they should be banned because why spend the money on a Disney trip that a kid won’t even remember? I feel like 4 or 5 should be the minimum age for Disney. I also can’t stand the sense of entitlement that the adults that push said strollers have.
It sounded like a wonderful time. I haven’t been to Disney World in almost a decade and I miss it so. I know to some going there isn’t cool. But I love it. I do. I hope to take my 5 and 3 year old in the fall:) And you bet Hogwarts is on my list!
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