They had to pick me up off the floor.
The last thing I remember is the swirling yellow birds and the tunnel with the white light.
"WHAT did you just say to me?" I asked my son through clenched teeth.
"The officer clocked me at 112 mph but only wrote the ticket for 103 mph."
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The last thing Brother & Dh told DS was don't speed in Georgia. You'll end up on the chain gang, they told him. As I repeated what DS said to DH & Brother, who were completely shocked, they said "Okay, but it wasn't in Georgia, right?"
It was in Georgia.
Of course it was in Georgia, why in the heck wouldn't it be in Georgia?
I don't think either of them ever imagined DS would try to drive that fast.
Thanks alot Richard Petty,
Love ya, mean it.
I managed to ask him if he was in jail, but he wasn't. He was more concerned with the fact that the ticket was almost $700. I started to rant and rave about how he could have been killed or he could have killed someone elce.
For Gods sake! I used to be an EMT, I've told you the horror stories! I still didn't understand why he is not in jail, why is he trying to get himself killed, or trying to kill me, and I was heading for a meltdown.
But not yet.
Brothers wife was still flipping out.
DC isn't big enough for two crazy people.
I needed to wait my turn.
By the way, uh, who is watching the girls? Scuba Steve & Delswife, parents of the year.
I told my son I was dealing with yet another Brothers wife problem and he had enough experience to know what I was talking about.
We said our "love ya, mean its but I am not done dealing with you yet, get in line" and hung up.
Brother & I concluded that I did not have the stupid keys.
I offered him a tampon.
I was at my limits of what I could do.
Brother left to see if his wife had the keys without the tampon.
Brave, brave Brother. That was the last I saw of him. We didn't even get to say goodbye.
Dh & I stopped to have a cigarette. It had never tasted better.
We remembered, oh yeah, we still had kids somewhere, and went looking for our girls.
Scuba Steve & Delswife, parents of the year.
We played in the water with the girls for a little while, when Em decided to climb out, on the rocks.
The forbidden rocks. Stay off those rocks.
Em sure wishes she did.
The lifeguard yelled "Get that little BOY off the rocks!"
Em looked around for the little boy. She was super P-O'ed to find out SHE was the little boy.
Do you think my crew let her live that one down? She became the little boy who loved Chuck & Dave.
Dh & I headed back up to get something to drink. I was still a little full from drinking all the dolphin/people peed in water, but I wanted to call my mom anyway, so I joined him.
Mom brought me back to reality, because she is so very good at that. "So, how are you guys getting back to Disney?"
Hum, hadn't thought about that yet. We did just lose our ride. I had no clue about transportation from DC to Disney, and had no access to the Dis. I could be in trouble here.
"How much money do you have on you?"
14.., 15.., 16.., 16 dollars. Anyone want a Pepsi?
I had a debt card, with a nice little amount of Georges on it, there must have been someone around here that cared about that. I just hadn't withdrawn anything because of that mornings fun and excitement.
While I was on the phone to mom, filing her in on EVERYTHING and her telling me that someday, I would be able to look back and laugh, a very nice DC lady was heading straight at us.
Please, please, please don’t apologize to us, we can't take anymore.
"I was looking everywhere for you, would you like to see your photos?"
Oh! This was the lady we were originally following, who doesn't backwards walk and had missed everything. I wondered how far she had walked talking to herself.
"Do we want to see our photos? Is a frogs bum water tight?" Dh jumped up and said.
The scary thing is this lady works at DC and had to think about it.
Guess they dont have frogs.
I followed the very nice DC lady into a cabana with computers. Dh's ran off to find the girls and send them to the changing rooms for showers. Cathy was our photographer and began to show me the price list and our photos.
Cathy apologized to me for the problems earlier. That my friends, was the icing on the cake.
I started to cry.
Cathy started to cry.
Mr. & Mrs. Band-Aids started to cry.
I completely and totally unloaded on Cathy. I told her everything. She never saw that coming. I told her I wished they would please, stop apologizing to me. I told her that she was there, didn't she see Beatlebum? She was taking the pictures, didn't she know it wasn't us?
She saw Beatlebum. She knew it wasn't us.
She hugged me. Cathy was my newest best friend.
If we weren't at DC I would have sworn someone just threw pixie dust on me. It gets better.
I bought a disgusting amount of photos from Cathy, she is really a very talented photographer, if you can get her, do it. I also bought the video, because Beatlebums big day was on it.
I went to the women’s changing room and had the longest shower since our arrival.
Commando Nikki was no where to be found with her stupid whistle.
I went to the front where you pick up your photos and they showed me a preview of what I had bought.
Dh had collected the girls and met me there. Not at the changing room where I had told him, but that’s fine, failure to communicate, I guess.
Standing there with Commando Nikki looking at the photos to make sure it was indeed my family, I got all choked up.
Had it been anyone else, I am sure they would have seen this moment as something special.
I was the one traveling with the crazy lady. There was a panic.
There was more apologizing.
There were fine gifts and prizes.
I received several free DC screensavers. I swear there was pixie dust again.
Turned out to be a pretty good day after all.
Until the ATM machine tried to EAT my debit card. And Brother called.