Thank you all for the funny comments on my last post regarding the loons I see on HGTV.
So many of you left long and funny comments that cracked me up. I am hoping to respond to those via email when I have a minute or six.
Some wondered about my issue on how silly people use the term BBQ in reference to a grill.
You can GO to a BBQ.
You can EAT BBQ.
You can BUY (or make) BBQ sauce.
But you can’t cook on a BBQ….you CAN cook on a GRILL.
Makes perfect sense to me.
But then again, I am a southern
lady gal who grew up knowing this from birth.
Anyhoo’s. The girls and I took a quick trip to Disney on Tuesday. We had ONE day left on a THREE day Florida resident park pass…..it was set to expire on June 16th.
Can you imagine how our hearts dropped after the three hour drive to hear:
Your tickets are invalid.
Yeah. They did. Apparently they have more blackout dates than I was able to locate (easily) on the website and our tickets were nil. zip. nada.
Kudos to the chica at Animal Kingdom
guest relations. She saw our despair and gave us passes for the day.
Can you spot my girls on this ride? Not with the small camera I brought you can’t.
This was the face they used at guest relations, before the roller coaster and after. Just kidding.
I promote dramatics though.
We had a great time. It rained most of the day and that was a good thing…cause it cooled us from 95* to 87*. We enjoyed all the animals, shows and rides. It is always intersting seeing the kids having ‘breakdowns’ and how some parents react.
Geeze Mom, is yelling at your crying kid really working? I think NO.
We made our way to the hotel and I asked for a proper ‘breakdown’ photo.
Normally Lolo would not put her face on the carpet of a hotel, but it was the Hilton. Hilton is known to have better germs.
We showered off all the germs and had a beautiful dinner at the hotel.
We were up the next morning for breakfast on the road and headed home to our people
Coach and critters.
It was a great little ‘girls’ getaway. I’m so lucky to have girls who love to hang out with me and a husband who promotes us leaving.
Oh wait a minute….