Yes, go to Disneyland. Of course. But in all reality, I did not, in fact, win the super bowl. Shocker. I know. Seeing how, try as I might, I cannot wrap my head around the rules of football. Don't get wrong, I can sit and pretend to understand what's happening and cheer with the best of them. And sometimes even get into it (or into what I think is going on when in fact, it's not, or something).
But Disneyland. That is in the affirmative, and about time! I've been waiting for this since I last visited the happiest place on earth with Elaine and Nina and Matthew when Matthina (I decided they are just as worthy as celebraties are and therefore can combine their names. You are welcome Nina) when they pretty much first started dating. It was fun. And part of my elaborate scheme to make them get married. And it worked. Matthina can thank me later, as can their unborn son as soon as he is born and learns to form a complete sentence.
Yes, so going with Court and Bob and Nichole, and Nina was coming, but now is not. Which is sad, but understandable as she is with child and her husband cant come). But seeing as how Bob decided he feels weird going with all the girls, I have been assigned to find others of the male persuasion to come as well. Something we can all be pretty sure won't be happening. We'll see. So, if you are male, and not a psychopath, and like Disneyland, come and make Bob feel a little less outnumbered.
I am currently listening to Air Supply's Im All Out Of Love on the wonder that is Pandora. Seriously a sweet little invention that creates your own radio station based on your favorite artists and others that you may like.
But Disneyland, and the beach. And a much needed vacation for Sarah.