I confess...that every time I go back to Orlando for a visit, I return home wondering why I ever left. But that feeling always goes away within a week or two (thank God).
I confess...that my friend Becky and I had far too much fun toting around our gnome, Churro, this weekend.
I confess...that I am a shameless flirt. 'Nough said.
I confess...that I really wish I had the money and cahones to ditch a family Thanksgiving and go to this awesome kid's wedding in the Dominican Republic over said holiday.
|(Also, I met his fiancee this weekend, and while she probably thinks I'm a drunken ass, she is awesome.)|
I confess...that as much as I wanted to avoid it, I had to make a pee pee stop in the Japan women's bathroom at EPCOT. If you've ever used this restroom...you know what I'm talking about.
I confess...that we had to pick a safety word to use when any of us was being wildly inappropriate on Saturday. And that word was "Hotbox". Yeah.
I confess...that I don't have diabetes. But Disney thinks I do.
And finally, I confess...that I am far too old for this shit. I haven't been in this much pain in I can't remember how long.
But it was so, so, so worth it ;)