farewell Disney

We spent our last Disney day hanging out by the Shades of Green pool. Little kids played, Emma had her nose in her Nook, Michael packed the truck, I blogged and read and Allen made his way from Hollywood studios to us. Yes, we let our teenager take a bus all by himself... When you've been to Disney as many times as he has, we knew he could find his way to SoG.

No major upsets during our trip to see the mouse. No one was misplaced, all seemed to enjoy themselves. The only hiccup (OK, there were 2, but I'll get to the 2nd one later) was Michael consuming what he believed to be a refilled water bottle. I can't stand the taste of refilled water and always complain about it having a "dirty" or "green" note to it. His water definitely had both of these characteristics, but he didn't mention it. He wasn't in the mood to hear the "I told you so" that would launch itself from my mouth before my brain could finish comprehension.

Later that afternoon, Emma asked where her Pirates of the Caribbean water bottle was..... And Michael want to throw up. You see, Emma was bringing it back to a friend as a souvenir. No, the bottle was not marked. No, it wasn't placed separately from the other perfectly fine drinks.

And now Michael is sick. He thinks it's just a cold, but it's a bad cold that has me worried. I wonder how he'll explain this to the clinic doctor.....

Now time for the second hiccup... I went to use the women's restroom and was in a hurry. Briskly walked in, found a stall, finished, wash hands and then turned around to face several men at their urinals.... Oops! At least my hiccup didn't have as much of a health violation as Michael's! Poor guy!

I'm sincerely hoping his symptoms are from a cold he caught on his flights back to VA.