Wrong. Very, very, VERY wrong.
People, I am out of control.
When I say out of control, I mean OUT of control. To quote Joey, "You're so far past the line, you can't even see the line! The line is a dot to you!" You know I can't pass up an opportunity to throw in a Friends reference when it's applicable (as if it's ever not applicable).
Prior to two weeks ago I had made maybe one purchase from Etsy in my history. I now have 6 orders pending that have not shipped yet. In case you were concerned about my bank account, don't be. All Disney things I purchase before we go is less I am going to be gouged on at the Magic Kingdom, right? Because I will get it out of my system prior to arrival there and won't need to purchase things there.
That's a lie and we all know it. But the silver lining is that I get Skymiles from my card so at least I'll be able to rack up some extra airline points. Of course I won't be able to afford to go anywhere, but that is entirely beside the point.
I have spent a ridiculous amount of time booking a character dinner, looking at fast passes, and crafting all manner of cute things to wear while we are there. The rest of the time has been spent trying to figure out what shoes are going to kill me feet the least while walking approximately 254 miles a day, give or take. Normally I would wear tennis shoes, but we're talking Florida in July, surrounded by 60,000 people which I am pretty sure is exactly the same as standing directly on the equator. There has got to be a better option that allows my feet to breathe. Any suggestions are welcome. If you tell me not to go to Disney in July I swear I will wish for a swarm of mosquitos to infiltrate your bedroom. It was not my idea.
So I apologize because I promised to blog more but it is going to be Disney centered for at least the next month. If you geek out on the Mouse the way I do, stick around. If not, come back the beginning of August. You'll be just in time to see me curl up in the fetal position because my baby is starting kindergarten.
You can thank me later.
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