It's been a week...holy. I am off to Whorlando tomorrow with My Guy to meet T and S (childhood friends) for a few days in the City That Must Be Conquered.
I hear it's going to rain all day on Thursday. I swear...if we get Bogarted in line for The Hulk again, I'm going to pitch a 2 1/2 year-old's fit. Crying, kicking and I may even include pounding on the pavement.
Back on Friday to catch a little house/family time and then we all are going to South Beach for a little Miami R&R (and a little food at Emeril's!).
I've been looking forward to this mini vacation for a long time now.
Question: Should I follow my niece's lead and slap Mickey like she did on her last visit?