Sunday night and I have a headache.
Some old blues tune is on the iPod and the tinny harmonica sounds harsh; not good for the aforementioned headache. A skip brings up some Burrito Brothers tune with a lot more bottom and rounded sound, better for the now twice aforementioned headache. No music would be best, but I feel like music.
Sharaun’s birthday is soon, and we wanted to do something fun as a family to celebrate. For a while, I’ve been kicking around the idea of a guerrilla trip down to Disneyland. By “guerrilla” I mean that it wouldn’t have to be some grand elaborate planned thing, but instead just a spontaneous weekend getaway. Ever since we got the new car, I’ve been thinking about the viability of such a trip even more. And, early Saturday morning, while Sharaun was off at the gym, I went ahead and booked one. Drive down, get a hotel, spend two days in the park, and drive back; all done in a weekend.
And while it’s by no means “cheap,” it’s not all that bad for a weekend spent away at Disneyland. In fact, it’s reasonably-enough priced that I could see us maybe doing it again sometime should this trip go off as a wild success. Sharaun and I are really excited to take Keaton. She did Disney World while we were in Florida a ways back, but we knew at the time she was a little young to really appreciate it. Even at three it’ll be a stretch, but at least she recognizes the characters now and gets excited at the prospect.
Just a funny Keatonism to close up the entry: This particular one happened on the drive home after a dinner with friends the other evening. That night, the kids got a special dinner of their own by way of hot dogs and macaroni & cheese (lucky kids). Somewhere about halfway home, she piped up from the backseat and said, “Hey, I just had a burp about my hot dog.”
Man, once we realized what she was trying to say, we had a good laugh. “About my hot dog…” hilarious.