Dr. J and I decided to vacation this year at Disneyworld. (Does anyone else feel utterly pretentious when using vacation as a verb??) Plans for some summer time-off kept changing and getting put off, then some weddings sneaked in, and we opted for a short trip within driving distance. In very un-Missy-like fashion, I have no major embarassing moments or innocent events gone horribly wrong. It was all quite pleasant. There was the one time when Dr. J woke himself up snoring in the middle of Bourne Ultimatum. Great movie though, in J's defense, we were exhausted. My subconscious apparently likes to really stretch out when on vacation, Dr. J was mercilessly forced to sleep on less than about 12 inches of bed. Poor little guy, such a martyr.
This was Dr. J's first magical journey and my second, although my first was when I was 11 - just a short decade ago. Ok, almost two decades, but who's counting. We have some magical pictures from our magical hotel. Mini-minnie made for an excellent model and boy did that little pup have a blast! Photos soon to come.
A little free advertising for a little book with some huge advice:
Anyone interested in EVER going to Disney, I strongly urge you to read ... no, absorb, the Unofficial Guide to Disney. This little $15 purchase will save you a TON of money, and most importantly, a TON of time. We were done with each park by around 1 pm each day and never waited in line for anything. Twice in four days we waited for 15 minutes. And we went to every attraction imaginable.
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