OH YEAH. The Dizzard. That's Disney to you, baby. Rob and I are doing the unimaginable. We are going to Disneyland. Is this a sign of the times, or what?
Actually, we are going to see my SoCal uncle who is very very very very sick. But while we are there next week we are supposed to go to Disneyland with my cousins one day.
I never thought I'd live to see the day that Rob actually said he wanted to go there. Of course, he's not committing himself to any particular attitude except that he won't call me a sappy slob if I decide it's fun. I've already told him I won't leave the premises without mouse ears. He knows well what he's up against with wacky me.
'Course, we may opt out if the ticket prices are too high for us, but at least there's a chance.
So, enjoy your week, friends and stalkers, and I'll talk with you soon.
But before I go, I'd like to introduce you to the fizz nerds. (Wouldn't I'd love to go to their theme park!)