Since I didn’t want to give you the false impression that our little mini-vacation was as bad as I made out in the heat of the moment, I thought I would continue the saga story.
So. Last Friday my cell phone rang. I knew who it was before I retrieved it from my purse. Tentatively I answered, trying to act nonchalant, “Hello?”
“Where are you?” (she hears very distinct back ground noises) OH. I KNEW IT! YOU WENT BACK THERE! ARE YOU INSANE?”
That’s how my SIL Trish and I talk to one another. She had been listening to me rant about the events of Wednesday, and how it was going to be a long lonely day before I would go anywhere with these children again.
And yet there we were. On Friday we had thrown all caution and good sense to the wind and headed back to Epcot.
To erase the memory of Wednesday. We’re adventurous, if nothing else.
Epcot, as I had said, is my very favorite of all the parks at Disney World. I could spend an entire week there, and still not experience everything.
In fact, it is my lifelong dream to stay at the Beach Club Resort, within walking distance to Epcot, and then eat my way through the World Showcase. In every single country.
My lifelong dreams generally involve some sort of food. Don’t judge me.
Friday turned out to be a glorious day. The girls and I continued on with our quest to rid the world of evil by participating in the Kim Possible attraction. We thwarted villains in both Japan and Norway.
I felt just like Wonder Woman. But without the groovy boots and lasso of truth.
And perky breasts.
The main reason that we wanted to return, beside erasing the memory of Wednesday, was that Epcot is hosting the annual flower and garden festival.
Another lifelong dream of mine is to no longer be a murderer of all living plant life. And I was in dire need of direction.
I want a beautiful container garden. Not unlike this one.
And I want to grow my own vegetables in containers as well.
I am sold on the container garden idea because the chances of me getting friendly with the business end of a shovel are not good. Especially here in Florida.
And our lot is not unlike a postage stamp in size.
So, get this. We even went back on Saturday so that I could attend classes on gardening. I KNOW!
I’m armed to the teeth with information. Now all I need is the time to implement my dream garden. Gardening will commence in the Fall (we can get away with that here in Armpit). Especially since I seldom step out of doors in the Summer.
And for the record, during the last leg of our mini-vacation extravaganza, no one pooped in their pants.
I thought I should report that.
Any gardening advice from you all who sport green thumbs? Besides, “stock up on extra strength Tylenol.”