For those in the "They All Died in the Crash" camp . . .

Losties:

For those of you who think the airplane-on-the-beach-with-no-people footage at the end of the Lost finale held some kind of MEANING--meaning that is weightier than the WORDS the producers used to explain the ending to you, through Christian Shephard--I suggest you read this article:

http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/05/26/lost-final-scenes-wreckage/ 

You are not alone.  That footage confused many people who also didn't listen carefully (ahem, Troubletron).  However, the footage was just a way to ease you out of the finale and into the following nightly news.  Whatever that means.

Moments of the Tender Variety

Last Saturday, as I sat watching Troubletron and his friends play soccer in the rain (stupid for a group of grown men), I turned on one of the playlists on my iPod and stared at drops of rain hitting puddles of mud-water.  I glanced up occasionally to make sure Troubletron hadn't slipped and broken his arm, rendering himself unable to work, and sealing our fate of poverty.  He says I worry too much.

As I sat, I began to notice the intoxicating scent of the grass and the freshness of the falling rain.  That's right.  I had a nature moment.  They don't happen very often for me, as I am clearly indoorsy, but it happened.  That must be what Jess feels when she goes hiking and that's why she does it everyday.  So, while I was having this moment of un-worry-ridden-peace, the words from the song playing on my iPod, a song I'd heard 100 times before, suddenly rang out loudly.

"It may be years until the day, my dreams will match up with my pay." (From Mushaboom by Feist)

And then, as if I hadn't had enough "moments" for the day, I had a high school music moment.  You know, the kind you had in high school when you were so misunderstood by the world, and then you were listening to whatever kind of music you like to listen to while laying on your bed staring at the ceiling--and then whatever the lyrics of the song you were listening to were, they really made you feel like that song was written about YOU, and then you didn't feel quite so misunderstood anymore?

That feeling of true understanding poured over me as the song progressed, describing how the singer learned to appreciate all the little things in her life, while working toward a bigger, better goal.

If you are puking from the tenderness right now, don't worry.  I spent the whole ride home from soccer like usual: feeling sorry for myself and complaining about my chronic back pain.

I keep thinking about my "moments" though.  And, I now worry that I'm spending too much time worrying and not enough time just enjoying my life as it now exists.

LOST Last Thoughts

Like about 75% of the United States, Troubletron and I watched the LOST series finale last night.

If you haven't seen the finale, and may at some point watch the series, stop reading now.

We felt the event was important enough to merit begging my uncle's family to let us come over and use their television access to watch the much-anticipated finale real-time, so we wouldn't have to quarantine ourselves from internet usage until we could watch it on Hulu a day late (the way we watch most TV that we get to watch).  We watched what ended up being about 50 minutes of show and an hour and 40 minutes of commercials, cuddling in the basement with two of my cousins and my friend Idiocorb.

As the episode reached its ending, and all the characters (well, not ALL . . . many of the characters) we have grown to love (hate) gathered in a death church to "move on," sharing hugs and nostalgic, meaningful looks, we all nearly barfed and choked on the sugary tenderness of the scene.  But, when we all got up to discuss, it was quite evident that there were strikingly different interpretations of what we each thought happened.

After talking to those people, I am pretty sure that I was the ONLY PERSON PAYING ATTENTION.  But, I want to hear what you all thought.   Here are the two "possibilities," as put forth by our viewing group:

A) All those people died in the plane crash of Oceanic 815.  They were dead the entire time on the island.  All the stuff that happened on the island was either some kind of test or some form of intermediate zone between life and final resting place.  And, finally, the people in the church get to move on to some form of heaven.  Other people on the island who were not in the plane crash (Ben Linus, the "others," Richard, Jacob, Smokey, Miles, Lapedis, Daniel Farraday, etc) were also dead the whole time.

OR

B)  All of the stuff on the island happened for real, while people were alive.  They all (eventually, individually, and in their own ways) died, and collectively "created" the reality in Los Angeles (that we have thought throughout all of season 6 was a "sideways" reality) so they could find each other before "moving on" to some kind of afterlife.  They did this because their time on the island, and the relationships formed because of the time on the island, was the most significant of their lives.

I will set up a poll for basic voting, but I'd also like to hear comments.  Did you "like" the finale?  Was one of these alternatives they way YOU understood the finale?  Did you have a different understanding of what took place?

Einstein's Bagels: DEAD TO ME

As I told you yesterday, I use coupons.  I am a crazy coupon hoarder.  And, usually, I will not eat somewhere or buy something out of the ordinary without having a coupon--a good coupon.

About every month, Einstein Bros Bagels mails us a reusable coupon for "Free Bagel Fridays"--for months, I have been able to pop into my local Einstein's, order a bagel, and leave without paying a single penny . . . and  get to reuse the coupon for 3-4 weeks.  It's been magical.

You can imagine my dismay when the coupon this month was changed to "BUY ONE get one free Bagel Fridays."  I threw the coupon on the bottom of a large pile of junk mail, mourned the loss of my free bagel run, and went about my month.  I picked it up a few days ago and thought maybe I was being too harsh.  Two bagels for 99 cents (the price of bagels at Einstein's) is still a really good deal.  Plus, I can feed myself and Troubletron for less than a dollar.  My heart softened.

This morning, I headed into Einstein's and ordered our bagels.  Two Blueberry, toasted, one with butter (Troubletron), one with cream cheese (me).

I've always gotten cream cheese on my free bagel.  For free. For months.

I got up to the register to pay.  I handed the cashier my coupon, told her what I'd ordered, and began digging in my purse for just over a dollar in change.

"$4.24," she said.

I looked up at the little screen on the back of the cash register where your ordered items appear, and said, "uh, I think you charged me for someone else's stuff."

"Nope.  All yours," she responded.

"No," I said.  "I should only be paying for ONE bagel.  I gave you the coupon for the free one.

"Yes, I know," she replied.  $4.24"

Now, blog readers, I don't really like to make a scene in a store (like someone I know ... Mom ...), but I also don't like to be taken advantage of.  And, I don't like to pay $4.24 for anything that is supposed to be 99 cents.  I'm going to show you my receipt now, which I think will highlight my frustration and explain a little better why I was so upset.

(The drink was not on the screen when I was arguing with the cashier).

I said, "look.  I don't know what a 'DC refill' is, but I didn't order it.  I'm not a senior, I'm 30.  I ordered two bagels, not three.  I see that you gave me two different coupons.  I only gave you one."

Her only response for those extra items were "those are from before."

"Before what?"

"From BEFORE."

"Before f-ing WHAT?!"

I was getting frustrated.  I tried to calm down.

"Ok.  I don't understand why all that extra stuff is on my receipt, but I'm going to try to accept that it's ok since most of it cancels out anyway.  But . . . I didn't order two "schmear" bagels.  I ordered two bagels, one with cream cheese, one with butter," I said in what was clearly a failed attempt to stay calm.

The cashier wasn't calm either.  She looked scared.  "Yes, two schmear bagels."

"I have NEVER been charged for the cream cheese on my free bagel before.  But, I'm going to assume you've changed your policy on that.  That's fine.  If you're charging for cream cheese on the free bagel, now, I will accept that and know better in the future.  BUT, I need you to look at the menu board where it says that cream cheese and butter are each $.60 per bagel.  Now explain to me why I am being charged $2.49 per bagel, and not $1.59 per bagel."

She went to get the manager.

The manager just said, "That's how we do it now."

"So, now you charge more than the menu says?  That's illegal," I stated.

At this point, there were 8-9 people behind me in line, rolling their eyes and acting annoyed.

"Fine!"  I exclaimed.  "Fine.  Just charge me 4 times the amount I should be paying for this, I will report you to the Better Business Bureau, and we can all get on with our days."  She took my credit card, pushed some buttons, scanned it, and handed me a receipt.

I walked out the door, looking to make sure my receipt reflected all the RIDICULOUSNESS of our conversation  . . . and I noticed the drink.  She ADDED a soda at the end of our conversation, when I gave her my card.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" I screamed as I stormed back into the store.

"Ma'am" the manager began walking toward me.  "I thought we had settled this issue."

"OH, WE HAD, UNTIL YOUR CASHIER ADDED A DRINK ONTO MY RECEIPT."  I have not been this mad in a LONG time.

The manager handed me a drink cup.  She HANDED ME A DRINK CUP.

It took all the restraint in my person not to fill up that soda and fling it in her face.

I walked out.  Having paid $5.63 for a bill that should have come to $1.20, with tax.  But, they haven't heard the last from me.  I do not mess around with injustice.

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Today on our private blog: I've met someone special!

Debt Counseling

Yesterday, I called a Debt Counselor.

I thought it was time.  Troubletron and I have done everything we can think of to cut costs.  We live in a house with no cable or even basic channel access, like it's the 1800's.  We shop with coupons.  I've even started only washing my hair every OTHER day, to save money on shampoo--cheap, grocery store brand shampoo.

Gross.

But, with only one income, and all my law school debt, plus regular bills, we just aren't making it.

We will be moving in with family members soon, but that's still not going to be enough to set us right.  So, I sucked up my pride and called one of those non-profit credit/debt counseling services, hoping they'd have some magical (or at least, insightful) solutions for me.  After an hour of telling the counselor all our sources of income, and all our required bills, here is what she said (in purple) (my thoughts in italics in green):

"Well, it really sounds like you are in a predicament.  It's important to remember that the economy is bad right now, so you're not alone.  Lots of people don't know this, but there are really only two ways to fix this kind of situation: cut expenditures or raise your income, or both. (um, what people don't know that?)  Here's our advice.

First we suggest you cut costs by starting to use coupons.  (check)  The best place to start doing this is by going to Coupons.com.  (I already hoard coupons like they are crack, so move on).  You'll really be surprised how much money you can save with just a few coupons.  (Right, 45 cents.  Ok, I got it.)

Second, we suggest you cut costs by looking at your budget and cutting out all inessential activities. (wait, this one is SECOND?)  So, for you, that could mean thinking of free activities to do (is that what it means for me?  Or, is that what it means for everyone?).  You said you spend extra on groceries when your kids are with you.  Maybe you could try to cut back here. (don't feed kids.  Got it.)

 Third, you may want to move somewhere less expensive (Is she not listening?).

Fourth, you may want to consider getting a job.  (Ok, I'm going to punch you.  What do you think I do all day?)  That's really going to be the best way to increase your income.  Are you registered with any employment agencies? (Six)  That might be a good place to start.  (Right.  I  STARTED there.  A year ago.  With six.)

 Next, you should consider bankruptcy.  (WHAT?)  It won't discharge your student loans, but it will really help you get a fresh start.  (um, how can I get a "fresh start" when my credit is ruined from a bankruptcy and I still have huge law school loans to pay off?  That's not a fresh start!) (ALSO, you aren't a lawyer.  You can't give this kind of legal advice).  I know you're a lawyer, but you should consult a lawyer.  (It's like you can't hear yourself talking).  Bankruptcy is really a good option for a lot of people.

She went on and on with more "options," half of which are common sense fixes we have already done, and the other half were ludicrous.  How is BANKRUPTCY the option you present to a woman who has NEVER MISSED EVEN A SINGLE PAYMENT on any bill in her entire life?

This is what passes for sound financial advice?  She just reads the same script to every caller!  Why did we go through the charade of examining my actual finances!?  Those were cell phone minutes I'll never get back.

I'm thinking of writing a strongly worded letter.  Or email.  Email would be cheaper.

I'd love to hear your money-saving tips.  Unless you are stupid like my debt counselor.

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For those of you invited, there are new blog entries on our private blog!

Advertising Genius?

From my local Giant grocery store Sunday circular:

It's been a while since I had one, but Lean Cuisine Entrees look way better than I remember.

My Advice To You

If you read my blog, and you're not a psycho-pants, I suggest you send me an email at sparklebot.troubletron@gmail.com so that you can find out how we have chosen to weather the storm.

Post-homocide Body Disposal Fail?

Or, in case you can't see what I see:

Should I have called the police?

"Jobs"

I love these little posts where I just tell you what happened to me in my life and that's all.

I started that "job" yesterday, like I told you I would.  It didn't work out because it was fake.  Because all the law firms that will "hire" you are not real law firms--if they were, they wouldn't be hiring right now because they'd be suffering from the recession like everybody else.

Honestly, I was a little depressed about it when I came home today after walking out on this fake opportunity.  But, then I got a text message about another "position."

So, I'll start that one tomorrow.

And, yes, of course I know I should keep low expectations for any job that comes as a result of a text message.

And, while this is not a full-time position, I at least know I will be working at a firm that PAYS its employees for the work they do.  So, that's new.

Adventure

I'm starting a new "job" today, so I won't be here to write an awesome blog entry.  Sorry.

Yeah, it's a "job" in quotations, just like my last "job."  But, it's all the market has for me right now.  Let's hope for the best.

And, for the record, yesterday's blog entry wasn't a desperate call for comments.  It was a desperate call for followers.  So, if you aren't a follower, maybe you should take this opportunity to become one.

Lurking

This weekend, without having the kids as motivation, Troubletron and I left the house.

This may not sound like the biggest deal, and may certainly not seem blog-worthy to you, but for us, it was pretty unusual.  We really don't get out much.  Our tight money situation is partially to blame, as you could have guessed from my nearly constant blog-whining.  You probably don't know, however, that Troubletron is the sort of person that would rather stay at home than . . . well . . . anything.  If his choices are: 1) go eat for free at his favorite restaurant, or 2) stay home and pay to have crappy Chinese food delivered, he picks choice #2.  He picks anything with the words "stay home" included.

He's weird, and we're working on it.

But, what I was saying was that this past weekend, we left the house.  We enjoyed a delicious wedding dinner for a former roommate of mine here in DC at Brasserie Beck (thanks, Deb, we couldn't have afforded a dinner there on our own!), and then joined some friends at the Cleveland Park Bar and Grill to celebrate Rohantron's birthday.  At both events, we got to catch up with friends we haven't seen much in recent times, and to talk with acquaintances we hadn't even thought about in ages.

And, at both events, people told me that they read my blog occasionally (or frequently, or sometimes), but that they never comment (because they don't want "to be weird" or they didn't want "to freak me out" or some other reason that makes no sense).

I determined, after the third person of the evening confessed this to me, that I better make a statement that I would LOVE to hear from lurkers, whether I know you or not.  I will NOT think it is weird for you to read/follow/leave comments if we are strangers, mere acquaintances, old friends, or current BFFs.

The only people that I think it's weird to hear from are crazy stalkers who want to kill me.  So, right now (I think) that only applies to 1-2 of you.

So, now, you're wondering what you should do.  Here are some ideas:

1) Become a "Follower."  The app for that is right there on the right of your screen.  It's a simple click.  You can do it.  And, it will make me feel like someone cares.

2)  Leave comments.  The reason anyone writes a blog is because they want attention.  So, if you want me to keep blogging, then keep giving me the attention I crave.

3) Visit often.  I monitor my site meter very closely.  My self esteem is closely tied to the weekly average.

Who you gonna call?

Do you believe in ghosts?

And, when I ask this, I want to know what you really believe.  Troubletron and I have been discussing this for a few weeks, ever since I found that one of the chairs on our balcony had been moved, Poltergeist style, past a table and two other chairs, facing a different direction, and pressed against the wall.  Troubletron blames the wind; but I find it hard to think the wind blew one chair so violently and left the remaining three chairs and the table (with vases on it) unmoved.  I would take a picture of it for you, but I'm not going out there.  I don't take chances like that.

I'm not saying it was a ghost, necessarily.  Truthfully, I have no idea what did that to our chair.  Our balcony is not adjacent to any other (someone would have to jump a good 25 feet to get to it from their own), so the possibility of a jokester neighbor seems remote.

At the very mention of a "ghost," Troubletron gets ready for verbal battle.  He vehemently believes there is no such entity.

I don't know what I believe.  I know I have personally experienced some weird phenomena when living at an old house during college.  My five housemates and I, in that basement apartment, all experienced a variety of unexplained events: shadows, slamming doors, stereos turning on spontaneously at full volume in the middle of the night, apparitions, appliances turning on while not plugged in, etc.  We called it a "ghost" for lack of a better explanation.  We were all pretty spooked.

I know a friend whose family has been haunted by a "pigman."  Various generations of children in the family have had the same nightmares about the same pigman, without knowing of their parent's same dreams.  Besides the dreams, there have been unexplainable events in their homes.

Are there ghosts?  And, if so, who are these ghosts?  Dead people?  Demons?  What?

Are there various dimensions of reality that sometimes overlap/interact, causing what seems like "ghosts" to us who cannot perceive those dimensions correctly?

Are there pockets of energy that cause otherwise unexplainable events like light bursts or moved objects?

I want to know what you think.

Is it just me?

Does anyone else ever find yourself accidentally (through a series of links on mutual acquaintance blogs) on the blog of a mean girl from high school who now has children and writes funny, insightful things that you would want to read if they didn't come from the fingers of a girl who, at least on a few occasions, actively tried to hurt you emotionally and maybe even physically, and then feel bitter that her blog is more popular than yours?

Just me?

Things I'm Tired Of

1) People telling me "things will get better" or "this economy will turn around."

After nearly a year of this unemployment nonsense, that sentiment sounds more and more hollow.  Yes, things HAVE TO, eventually, get better with the economy.  I know that.  Stating the obvious is not helpful.  It's not encouraging.  It doesn't warm my heart, causing it to burn with yearning for the future.

Things are bad now.  It doesn't matter how awesome things become in the future if credit is ruined or if even more crippling debt is incurred NOW.  And, I know there are people who are WAY worse off than I am in this economic nightmare.

So, STOP saying that things will get better.  I would prefer you just not speak.

2) Grocery stores trying to charge me $4.99 for a 12-pack of Diet Coke.

What is this?  Russia?

I'm not going to play your little game.

3) Potholes.

I know they are all a result of our record-breaking snowfall, and the massive efforts to move those 4 feet of snow off the roads in a timely fashion.  But, that was 3 months ago.  Seriously, let's get on this.  I drive a tiny car.  It has no chance.

4)  Glenn Beck.

'nuf said.

5)  Texas

We don't need it.  It just drags us down and makes our whole country look bad.  Let's just cut it loose.

6) Oversharing on Facebook.

I don't want to know about your mucus plug passing or about the details of your messy divorce.  If I did want to know that, we'd be real friends.

7)  People saying "it's in the Constitution" as if that means "it was handed down by God."

The Constitution is a fluid document.  We've amended it like 30 times.

And, I think we've established that those founding fathers, as good as their intentions might have been, didn't quite have ALL the best ideas about how to run this country (ahem, slavery).  So, if our modern society decides it's NOT ok for you to carry a gun in a school zone, I don't want to hear that Thomas Jefferson thought you should be able to.

8) Your mom.

One More Word About Disney

Last time I went to Disneyworld (a year and a half ago, Snowbird and I went), I searched and scoured the park's many souvenir shops for Alice in Wonderland items.  You see, as a child, I watched Disney's version of Alice in Wonderland, illegally taped with our home VCR during one of the weekend sneak-peeks of the Disney channel (back when it was brand new and you had to pay for it like HBO), over and over and over again.  By age 9, I could recite the words from the entire movie.

It's always been my favorite.

But, a year and a half ago, Disneyworld had ZERO Alice in Wonderland souvenir items for me to purchase.  It was very disappointing.

As you can imagine, with the recent Alice feature film still in theaters, this time was different.  They had Tees:

And they had Teas:

And, so many beautiful accessories and miscellaneous fun stuff:

I was pleased to see only one display of crappy new-version-pimping items:

So, thanks, Disney, for your very cool selection of Alice merchandise. Now, let's work on bringing T-shirt prices down from $40/each.

Disney is Awesome: Part Two

Our third day in Orlando, at the Disney Parks, was spent at Disney's Hollywood Studios--a park dedicated to the joy of movie-making.

We found ourselves on the streets of New York

And Troubletron made a quick visit to San Francisco.

I don't know what that pose is all about.

We spent some time with our favorite Jim Henson characters:

(Did you know Troubletron and I both love Muppets?  It's true)

We enjoyed an action-packed Indiana Jones stunt show, a very fascinating Walt Disney museum and film (maybe my favorite part of the day), and a Movies-through-time ride.  All of the rides and shows were designed for movie lovers--sounds great, right?  But, what you don't know is that I didn't bring Troubletron to this park for any of these rides or shows.

As you may know, Troubletron was married before.  On his first honeymoon, Star Wars Episode One was released in theaters.  So, I've been contemplating how I was ever going to find an event or activity to outshine that event.

And, THAT is why I brought Troubletron to Disney's Hollywood Studios.

So he could stand at the footsteps of an Imperial Walker.  So he could watch the "Jedi Academy" defeat Darth Vader in real life.  So we could ride the Star Wars Flight Simulator.  And, so he could put himself into the films:

Do you see the sheer joy on his face?

Mission accomplished.

After half a day at Hollywood Studios (more than enough time to see what they have to see), we went back to downtown disney to do a little souvenir shopping.

We finished the night with quite the haul.

On our fourth and final day, we intended to go to Epcot.  We got dressed, went down to the shuttle stop, and began looking over the Epcot map.  As we waited, talking about how everything at Epcot sucks, we realized that we didn't HAVE to go there, just because it was the fourth Disney park and it was our fourth day.  So, we went back to the Magic Kingdom instead.

Only, this time, we were wearing some sweet souvenir shirts.  We got Troubletron's on clearance for only $7!

And, it got SO much attention.  People love Star Wars.  It never ceases to amaze me.

I was sporting DJ Mickey.

Having just been at the Magic Kingdom two days earlier, we knew where we wanted to go, what we wanted to eat, and how we wanted to attack the park.

We rode our favorite rides all over again (4th time on the Haunted Mansion).

I think we did Pirates of the Caribbean four times as well.

And, we ran into some characters that had A LOT of stepmothering advice for me.

Seriously, I just wanted to get my picture taken with the evil stepmother and stepsisters from Cinderella when we happened to walk by them . . . as a hilarious joke.  But, they REALLY had advice for me.

Like to "become highly revered in my community."   And, that I'd look more menacing if I didn't wear leggings.

Good advice.

I promised you, last Friday, some information on how Disney has "upped its game."  That comment was in reference to gift shopping.

You know how most of the time, when you go to gift shops at Disney parks, you see walls of stuffed animals, rows of princess dresses, some figurines, a rack of keychains, and some Mickey ears?  And, you feel like you're in a kid's store?

Well, somebody hipped them to the fact that they'd make more sales if they trendied it up a little.

I feel less silly shopping in stores for Mickey Stuff when I feel cool.

Also, I want this suitcase.

I was so impressed with the decor!

I loved this line of red-suited women wearing Mickey Ears.  LOVED.

And, I loved this cascade of multi-colored chandeliers.

It was an all-new, exciting Disney shopping experience.

This was just decor, but I'd like to own this:

You see what I mean?

We had a great time shopping, riding, showing, swimming, walking, eating, and loving.

Thanks again, Snowbird!

Disney is Awesome: Part One

I'm not going to overload you with commentary.  The pictures speak for themselves, mostly.

We left for Orlando last Saturday afternoon, ready for a break from our currently more worry-than-not life.

Sunday morning, waiting for the shuttle to Animal Kingdom:

I know what you're thinking: Hey Sparklebot . . . your pastey skin is going to get SOO BURNED.  No need to worry.  I slathered on 100 SPF (and forced it on Troubletron too).

We started at Animal Kingdom in the most logical place: Dinoland.

Line-waiting.

My arm fatness is unparalleled.  Arm diet will now commence.

Ancient ruins (in a land where they don't worship DJ Jesus!):

Tree of Life:

The foliage here at Disney's Animal Kingdom was AMAZING (as you can see).  And, there were tons of cute animals to look at in "natural" environments.  It was so nice to see elephants playing with tree stumps (instead of the tires they play with at the National Zoo).

Troubletron posing in front.  Expedition Everest in the background (best roller coaster in the Disney parks.  It goes forwards, then backwards onto a different track, then forwards on a different track!)

Seriously, The Matterhorn at Disneyland would be SO JEALOUS of Everest.

Since my feet were bleeding, we had to leave Animal Kingdom a little early.  We swam at our hotel pool (aka "the Oasis") (how jealous are you that I got to swim somewhere called "the Oasis"?).  We then headed to "Downtown Disney" for dinner and Ghiradelli Sundaes!

Everything at Disney costs a fortune.  But, you have to remember that you're not paying for the item/food/gift.  You're paying for the magic.

Or rather, Snowbird was paying for the magic.

I will never in my life be able to thank Snowbird enough for this trip.

 Day 2: the Magic Kingdom

Right as we entered the park at 9 a.m. sharp, we posed for our obligatory Cinderella castle picture.

Then, we got down to the business of the day:

Letting everyone at the Magic Kingdom share in our love and celebration!

That is, until Troubletron realized what he had gotten into:

Haha.  Ball-and-chain joke.  Too obvious?  Probably.

We chose to hit the Magic Kingdom, the most popular of the parks, on Monday because we thought Monday would be less crowded that a weekend day.

We found out that Disneyworld is crowded everyday.  Even Mondays.

It was exhausting and wonderful.

That was the first two days of our belated honeymoon.  But, you know there are two more days.  Plus, the next post will feature:

1) Why this honeymoon was more awesome than Troubletron's honeymoon with his ex.

(as if being with me wasn't enough reason)

2) How Disney has upped its game.

3) Sparklebot receiving some step-mothering advice from an old pro.