I feel bad, like I have let down our Tom and Ed with all the wishy washiness of my "we might come, we might not... 98% chance of going... no we're not going" every single time a remote possibility of seeing the Chems do gurnmills or Olympia comes up. I suck. I hate having to think out loud.
But on the upside besides knowing there are half full glasses of tequila in my future - Disneyland is ripe for the picking as long as stash and I are living here. So if any of you find yourselves in S. California for no good reason, come look us up and we'll have an outing.
Same goes for Tom and Ed and all the nice people in their crew that I met. I promise I won't force anyone to ride the teacups or It's a Small World.