Today’s Weight … 123.2
Yes, that’s right. We’re up. Almost three pounds. I blame Mardi Gras. And the fact that Disney World had cheese far more readily available than I expected. And fried snacks. That I personally didn’t order. But my kids did and then didn’t finish. Little rats. And me, being the green-living environmentalist, not wanting to waste food and all, well … fine, fine. I’m back on the stupid, low-cal, fat-free horse. Mmmmm …. horse.
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In the interest of sheer laziness (my LEAP for the DAY), I give you a very abbreviated version of my recent family jaunt to Disney World in Orlando, Florida with much of my girl’s 4th grade class. You have to admit … reposting (only my favorite) tweets from the trip is a geniusly-brilliant way of fulling my Leap to Laziness for the Day.
Now boarding flight to Orlando. Burly men with rabid dogs guarding my house. Plus land mines everywhere. Rob at your own risk.
Pushing it with phone. Me and @alecbaldwin. Powering off …
Landed. Call your mothers and tell them we’re okay.
How long do you give me ’til I take out a ceramic shelf of ‘priceless’ figurines with my backpack?
Why MAKE a reservation if you’re not going to KEEP the reservation?!!? Come on, Mexico!
Headed to Animal Kingdom to scare the crap out of the kids for a first ride on Everest.
And now my family is on the River Rapids ride. I’m hanging back. I don’t do wet rides. Except Splash Mountain.
How hungry must I be to be coveting my neighbor’s corn dog?
The large Diet Coke was a really stupid idea. Wonder how many adults have peed themselves on Space Mountain?
Use ’em or lose ’em. Bladder, don’t fail me now.
The seagulls here have massively big balls. And I mean that figuratively. Or is it metaphorically?
What I mean is that these damned birds are trying to snatch food right out of our hands.
Who knew seagulls liked churros?
The wind is so strong it blew over a full metal garbage can. LOUD crash. Shouldn’t this shit be bolted down?
Taking cover in a souvenir store. Bet Disney planned this storm.
Oh-Em-Gee. I could eat a horse. I wonder if they’ll be serving it at the food court.
My kid actually just said … “Are we there yet?” I am living the dream.
We’re about to become the Donner Party. #starving
Dave looks like a drumstick. #starving
I never realized how delicious my kids look. Is that wrong? #starving
Okay, fine. It’s VERY wrong. But I am STARVING!
Chicken sandwich, by the way. My kids are safe …
Just went ‘backstage’ in Haunted Mansion. Could’ve reached out and touched ghosts in ballroom scene. Very cool.
The SUPER pass – What you get when your ride breaks down. Good for ANY ride.
Oxymoron? (It’s okay. It’s my people.)
That is one big ass ball.
My feet. They are on fire.
No fruit or vegetables for the last 48 hours. This is going to wreak havoc on me internally.
Okay, my kids are starting to pick up on Song of the South’s racism.
Drinking through World Showcase with a dozen or so grown-ups.
If we count as couples, we’ve already conquered Mexico, France, England & Norway …
And Germany …
And Italy …
France. My order … Vouvray, Beaujolais & Pinot Noir …
I gotta sit down.
Singing @neildiamond very loudly.
Why didn’t anyone tell me what a bad idea the whole drinking through the countries idea was? #hangover
Leaving Hoop-de-doo. Last time I came I was puked on. Twice. Only once by my own child. Feeling lucky.
Our parking valet is named Elvis. And he’s from Tupelo, Mississippi.
Riding Tower of Terror alone. Lines down. Can’t resist.
Now riding Rock ‘n’ Rollercoaster. Creepy single rider. Again.
Fine. We bought into the pin trading phenomenon.
My boy just met David Robinson at the ESPN Zone on the Boardwalk.
I’m really wishing my last name was Disney right about now.
Um, I’m SO not getting on the scale tomorrow. And you can’t make me.
Security has never smelled footier.
“I taste pickles.” – my kid, walking through Orlando Airport, not eating or having recently eaten pickles
Where’s @alecbaldwin? My flight’s taking off and I want to play Words with Friends.