I awoke bright and early this morning -0400- to escort my mother to the airport for her 0600 flight. Eventually she will land in Orlando, where she has been instructed to kick my elder brother in the shins for: A) booking a six-freaking-a.m. flight, and B) booking such a cheap ass flight then putting his mother in coach! Hell, if the thingie would have taken my credit card, I could have upgraded her to first class for less than a $100!
Less than a hundred dollars!
Ah, but that's the lack of sleep and coffee speaking. Dear brother is, after all, treating mom to an all expense-paid trip to Disney World.
A place I have sworn never to return to with any child under the age of 30 ever again. Spend four days there with an attention deficit five year old and a hyperactive 6 year old. Spend four days saying, "Danny come back, Nicolas, get down." Oh, and in July, when the temperature was hovering around 99. Not to mention that I had one of my episodes of "idiopathic transient allopecia" (translation: patches of hair would fall out for no discernible reason and grow back in with no problem). Problem was, this one was on my right eyebrow, dead in the center, so I had, essentially, three eyebrows. You try to pencil in a complete gap in your eyebrows in 99 degree humid weather. Yeah, buddy, just stare, I got three eyebrows.
I wouldn't mind going to see the Animal World or whatever it is called and go through Epcot again, but it is far down on my list of sights to see before I die.
Speaking of which, I found tons - well two - dinosaur things to do in the Moab area, so I have met my requirements for a return to the desert mountains trip.
Thor sez: Tell me, will there be live dinosaurs? I would like to hunt a dinosaur.