Five days together at Disneyland, and we're still talking to each other. Pay up, Molzer. Got stiffed on the rooms in a hotel being converted to a La Quinta. DiGiorgios moved into, I think, three different rooms and never did get one with a working a/c. Molly's room had a relentless drip from the a/c return above the door, so you stepped into a puddle and got dripped on when you went to visit her, and we all went to visit her. Rinnnnnnnnnnnng Rinnnnnnnnnnnng "Grampa, will you walk me down to Tia's room?"
The big new ride at Disney's California Adventure, The Hollywood Tower of Terror, was having a 'sneak preview'. Molly and I rode it twice. She thought it was real good, I yawned. Splash Mountain is scarier, and the roller coaster is the best ride by far.
Understood what it would be like to be 45 pounds heavier, carrying Gabe around on my shoulders. K did an amazing job lining everything up, from airplane to rental car to rooms to passes. Kudos, darlin'.
Only sadness was the news that Molly has accepted a new position with AOL requiring her to move to Virginia. That's a tough one.
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It will be ok. Think of it as a new chapter in your book. :) A very expensive chapter. Ok, Ok, I'm over that part.... Really.
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