When I woke up on Christmas morning and reached inside my stocking, I came out with a pretty standard balance of treats and practical items: an orange, some candy, a package of quarters to feed the washers and dryers at my apartment complex, postage stamps, and a small slip of paper with a note. It read, "Dear Jessica, please set aside a few days for us at the end of April to go on a family vacation to Disneyland. Love, Mom and Dad." There was a similar note in every kid's stocking. We were really excited at the thought of our first Disneyland trip (first for everyone but Graig). Melanie in particular seemed REALLY excited. We got three days total to spend in Disneyland and California Adventure, and to keep things short and sweet and to the point...
They didn't disappoint. :)
Was the X-Wing fighter for sale? Why didn't you fly that home if it was?
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ReplyDeleteSomeone move that walking carpet. Or cut it's hair . . . Which would be more disastrous?
ReplyDeleteAhhhhh . . . No buried treasure for me? Except it's out in the open. No free-for-all treasure for me?
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ReplyDeleteWait . . . Graig took a sign on Space Mountain? And he didn't lose it in the vortex of time? Sweet!
ReplyDeleteIt's a jet! It's an airport! No! It's . . . palm trees?
ReplyDeleteWow, C-3PO is a hunk. A hunk of metal, but still a hunk. Pity he can't pilot. All the girls would go wild.
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