I had only seen Commando Nikki sleep once and that was on the monorail five days ago. She's just always wide awake in Disney, ready to go, blowing that stinking whistle.
Scuba Steve and Em were up early. They had gotten plenty of sleep the night before while I was being trapped by a terrorist duck and peer pressured in Pleasure Island by the other ones.
Beatlebum and I were the 'difficult ones' to get up, moaning and groaning making the death threats.
My arms were soar from dragging Commando Nikki and Waldo to the bus stop by their arms the night before. They weren't finished 'clubbing' and fought me all the way to the bus. Beatlebum will just follow me anywhere, she loves her mom.
While I was receiving my mandatory morning cup of coffee from Commando Nikki, Scuba Steve looked me and asked, "Do you know where my lighter is?"
Translation: "Are we still mad at each other, because I don't want to be."
My answer was, "Yeah, in your hand, wolf boy. You need to shave." Translation: "We're good, I'm over it and I'm sorry."
Scuba Steve and I went to sit outside to think about what we are were going to do that day, while the girls were getting showered and ready. Commando Nikki was not pleased with us because we should have had that figured out last night.
Scuba Steve and I were having an eye-fight last night; we weren't planning anything except ways to torture each other.
Epcot was out because it was closing early for a media event and we weren't invited. That was going to push people into MK. I knew it would, I did my research on the Dis before I left Maine. So, MK was out. I wanted to try again to see Fantasmic so we were going to go to MGM later in the day.
Brother came out of his room to join us. He asked us what our plans were for the day. Typhoon Lagoon was looking pretty good.
"Perfect!" He said, "She wants to go sunbathing today, we'll met you there."
Great see you in four hours. You and the confused wife of yours.
Commando Nikki came outside to finalize the day’s events. Scuba Steve and I knew she wasn't happy that valuable time had been wasted with the showers and getting dressed to go to a water park.
There are showers at the water park according to her; you can even go in your pajamas as an extra time saver.
Ah, its one thing to go to the food court in blue duck pajamas, it is quite another thing to board a bus in them.
We were inside our room packing supplies for Typhoon Lagoon when Brother knocked at the
door. “You forgot something out here.” He said to me and tried to hand me some kind of strange praying-mantis looking florescent green bug. The color threw me off because I started to put my hand out for it to examine it closer and in a split second realized what it was because it wiggled.
ACK!! It wiggled!!
I was trying to slam the door on him to get away from him and his creepy, crawly wiggling friend when I tripped backwards over the trundle bed, took out Em on the way, and landed on my butt. I was using my feet to try to close the door screaming to Scuba Steve to save me.
He didn’t.
He loves me, he means it.
I threatened Brother with tampons to get him and his wiggly friend out of my room and I returned Em to her original upright standing position. Em wanted to know what a tampon was and why it caused Scuba Steve to run from the room, screaming.
Remember guys, you have to FIND bugs; I can BUY tampons by the truckload. I win.
We successfully made it the bus stop without any terrorist duck interference which I was grateful for.
When we boarded the bus, Commando Nikki pointed out the fact that the driver was wearing his pajamas, ‘why couldn’t we? Think of the time we would save’.
Uh, no dear, the drivers’ uniforms are purple pants. Those are not his pajamas.
After some lovely skin-to-skin contact with strangers we arrived at Typhoon Lagoon. The selling points of Typhoon Lagoon for us were the shark-swimming tanks and the wave pool.
We really like the wave pool.
One odd thing I noticed was each time the wave pool made that big whoosh sound to start the wave, lots of people scream like they are on TOT.
It’s just a whoosh sound. I ask you, why do people scream at that? The wave barely started. And they do it every time.
Pay attention the next time you go. It’s really weird.
I didn’t go above my waist. Well, I couldn’t go above my waist, I’d have drowned. There were some interesting lessons learned that day. The only real lesson learned is one learned the HARD way.
Lesson one of Typhoon Lagoon: If you can’t go underwater without holding you nose, do not stand directly in front of an oncoming wave. Gallons of water will be driven forcefully up your nostrils.
Lesson two of Typhoon Lagoon: It is funny to have your crew stand up to their waist with their backs to the on coming wave to take a picture when you first arrive. The picture you get of their screaming faces is one you will cherish a life time. (*pending photo*)
Lesson three of Typhoon Lagoon: It is not a good idea to face your spouse and have your head directly in front of your spouses head during an oncoming wave. Your heads will knock together.
Lesson four of Typhoon Lagoon: Attempting to throw a six year old into an oncoming wave will get you kicked in the head.
Lesson five of Typhoon Lagoon: Beware! Park photographers everywhere with waterproof photo id bands so you buy the photos later!
Lesson six of Typhoon Lagoon: If you weigh over 100 lbs. your butt is going to drag on the ground when the family raft ride comes to an end.
Lesson seven of Typhoon Lagoon: The only way to keep your bathing suit from wedging into your bum is to stay off the slide.
After learning our lessons we had worked up quite an appetite and went to the sandwich shack place for food. The only thing we ate the day before was hot dogs or turkey legs, depending on who you asked, at MGM and pretzels at Pleasure Island.
Ah, because my children require less food the closer to the equator that they get.
While we were eating I checked my cell phone to see if Brother called and he hadn’t.
I filled Scuba Steve in on Brother’s confused wife.
Then Scuba Steve was confused. He thought it was a joke and sat waiting for the punch line. The girls went for a float around the lazy river and I got sick of waiting for Brother to call me so I called him.
He wasn’t coming because she changed her mind about sunbathing and decided to go back to the Marketplace instead. He was busy standing outside holding bags. He was thinking he might be holding bags at the MK gift shops a little later.
What a coincidence, we were going to the MK as soon as we left Typhoon Lagoon.
We said our love ya, mean it’s and hung up. I told Scuba Steve we were going to MK as soon as we left here. He thought we were going to MGM for Fantasmic, just shows he doesn’t pay attention.
The girls came back and we walked over to the shark tanks. Commando Nikki dropped me and Scuba Steve off in the smoking area where we found lounge chairs and had a nap.
Commando Nikki reported back that during the shark swim Em panicked half way across when she saw the sharks and was screaming through her snorkel.
Have you ever heard a snorkel scream? It makes the life guards jump in with you.
We finished up our Typhoon Lagoon day by spending 1⁄2 hour in the photo purchasing line. We ended up with a lot of waterproof photo id bands. I bought 2 packages and frames that Scuba Steve had to carry. We were leaving the next day, no more sending them back to the room. That’s a horrible feeling when you can’t do that anymore.
We rode the bus back to POR to drop off and pick up stuff. The girls knew we were going to
MK and when we stepped off the bus at POR they started begging us to let them go ahead to MK.
I was reluctant but Commando Nikki is almost 18 and a very responsible girl. So I let them go with the understanding that we would meet at the exit of Buzz Light-year.
Scuba Steve and I ran to the room to drop everything off and pick up the other 10 pounds of stuff we feel we MUST always carry and caught the next bus. On the way over I called Brother to let him know we were on our way to MK. We met up with the girls at the exit of Buzz light-year and waited for Brother to call and let me know he arrived.
Ah, yeah, Brothers confused wife changed her mind again. She was heading for MGM instead.