I find the return from Disney (especially a Disney resort) so unsettling. Leaving my house this morning I see that not everyone is smiling! Not everyone has a song in their heart! Some people actually don’t want to be doing their jobs! There are no bunnies on my front lawn when I wake up!

Not that our time within the Disney bubble of un-reality was completely sheltered from the outside world: as we dressed for the parks, the morning TV news showed us reports of stupid people doing stupid things with guns in the warm Florida nights. And we did see a few “child vs parent” melt downs that shattered the happy go lucky atmosphere inside the parks, like a fart in a bakery. For the most part though, we happily posed with fairies and bears and queens, though not all during Gay Days, with content smiles on our faces.

Expect pictures and stories soon.

Limo arrived early and clean. But white. Seriously! Who takes a white limo and NOT live in Miami?

Customs and security was effortless (I kept my belt on, shoes off, no bag inspection, three questions at the customs agent stamp stamp bye)

Now the three hour wait because Its better to be early and bored than frazzled.

My huge cardboard paper cut on the pad of my pointer finger (yes, it was as painful as it sounds) is nearly healed!

SharkBoy’s wart is gone!

The dollar is at $0.91 and rising!

I got all the clothes and crap I want and still made it under the 40lbs limit WestJet has sanctioned!

We found our $10 rain ponchos with Mickey on the back from 2007!

The buff on my manicured nails is still there!

I can feel the light! Amen! Allelujah! Yehova! Klaatu Barada Nicto!