It all started with my sister popping out that kid last week. You know, the cutest nephew in the world. That one. Combine the running around from work to Nephew's house, runnings errands for, hanging out with and holding of said nephew with what I did today and you can start calling me a soccer mom. Except I don't actually have any kids of my own.
Yesterday. Are you ready for it?
Are you sure?
Sigh.
I went to Disney on Ice.
Just tie an apron on me and call me Mom. (Please don't. Really. I'm not ready for that.)
I need some serious de-kidifying time. Soon. Now. ARGH!
Disney on Ice. Well. It was certainly big and shiny and very Disney. For those of you who are Disney fanatics, you would have loved it. I am not a Disney fanatic. I am not even much of a Disney fan at all these days. Does that make me a cynic? I dunno.
I though it was pretty for the first ten minutes and then I looked around me and saw the waving fields of screaming children and was kind of horrified. Every little girl had on her Disney princess dress. Every little boy had a flashing plastic sword. It was colorful, shiny, money dump. As in "Thank you for coming to our show, please insert $20 for a plastic hat. $10 for a churro and just go ahead and give us the rest of your paycheck for anything else your kid might want while you're here."
Ummmmm... No more Disney for me for a very long time, I think.
Time to go to Egypt and ride a camel. (46 days!)
Well you've officially fulfilled one of MY dreams, and I DO have a kid.
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