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A Trip to the Fantasy land.....

Where else on earth? Disney land, of course. The house where the richest mouse in the world holds the fort. Is there anywhere, in any part of the world, any other member of the animal kingdom this powerful? Wait. Don't answer that.

We just returned from an annual visit to Walt's shrine. Parents who live in California especially, faithfully take their kids almost every year. You have to. It's the State law. You could be whipped and sent to prison if you don't.

Anyways, this year we went on the day of Christmas. My logic was that everyone will be busy with their families and who would have time to go to Disney? Right? Well, was i wrong. Completely. In fact, there were families of people visiting and so the crowd was even more than usual. Mmm, maybe it's time my logic took a huge hike. This is what happens when you think you have a uniquely brilliant thought. Exactly that second, about 5000 other people have that exact unique thought. Very sad. For me, i mean.

Back to the 'la-la' land, it was so crowded that one could literally see heads everywhere. But, you have to give the Mickey owners their due. Though there were long lines on almost all the attractions, the whole machinery was running so very efficiently. Not even a spot of litter anywhere. Amazing to watch.

One would think there was almost going to be a stampede waiting to happen the way parents literally chased the Disney characters for pictures and autographs - ahem, ahem - one of them being myself. But, it was my daughter's favorite character.....and, i was only gently nudging. Ok. Ok. Guilty as charged.

Toodle-do!

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