Fiddledaddy informed me over the weekend that a rather large fat black salamander moved into our garage. Who would blame him. The garage is carpeted, air conditioned, and the freezer is well stocked.
Fiddledaddy went on to assure me that salamanders are relatively harmless. Unless of course your wife should happen upon shim late at night while foraging through the garage freezer while considering her snack options.
And since as far as I’m concerned, a salamander is what happens when a frog mates with a lizard and then TAKES A LOT OF STEROIDS, I’ve informed Fiddledaddy that the garage is now dead to me. I know longer consider it a part of our home, and will not ever step through the garage door again. Until the salamander has either moved out, or someone shows me his decomposing corpse.
In other news. We are Florida resident seasonal Disney World passholders. The spring break black out dates have just ended, so we celebrated with a trip to Epcot on Saturday. When I told my Physical Therapist that I planned on going, he made me pinky swear to get a wheel chair.
Because seriously, who wants to see me write about another knee draining experience?
We considered our options, and decided to go with a standard wheel chair, instead of parting with $50 for the zippy motorized version. We figured that it would be a good upper body workout for me, since I am fairly adept at maneuvering a wheelchair on my own.
That lasted about 20 feet, wherein I designated my daughters as official pushers of the wheelchair.
Cailey ran me into 2 tourists, a flower planter, and one trash receptacle. That’s when I declared Emme to be my designated driver.
All was going smoothly until we entered that store where you can sample different types of carbonated beverages from around the world for free. Upon entering the store, you have the choice to take the stairs, or a ramp which leads you down to the main floor of the store.
Since I was in the wheelchair, I selected the ramp. Emme, however, chose the stairs. I noticed this as I was hurtling toward a large gaggle of foreign visitors clustered at the base of the ramp. I turned to tell Emme to slow me down, and she was not there.
But rather was already sipping the carbonated beverage of her choice.
I reached down to grab the wheels to stop myself, coming within inches of an international incident.
I’ve determined that Fiddledaddy will be handling the Drivers Ed portion of their education.
Other than the skid marks on my hands, and bruising on my legs and feet, a good time was had at Epcot. We’re planning on attending the Flower and Garden festivities next weekend. I’ll be the one wearing a crash helmet and full contact body protection.
How was your weekend?