I’m two days away from going on a dream trip to Disney with my kids, Mom, Dad, Sis, Bro, and Sis-in-Law.

Welcome to the height of anxiety for me.

This trip has been planned for months and months, and it seemed pretty unreal until last week, when Drue got a mysterious fever and pains in her abdomen. As the possibilities emerged (mono, strep, appendicitis!) the trip became very real, and I am so very happy that she mended over the weekend. Now, as long as Boo doesn’t get it for the trip, we’re good.

I had a vivid dream the other night that my Dad called, waking me up, and said “Hi! We’ll see you at the airport in an hour!” and hung up. I realized I hadn’t even started packing, and that the kids were asleep, and that it would take about an hour just to get to the airport. It brought me out of my slumber and into a cold sweat awfully fast, that dream did!

When I was at Wal-Mart on Saturday trying to tie up some loose ends (Neosporin, Band-Aids, etc.) the thought crossed my mind: “Hey – don’t they carry Disney stuff here?”

Sure enough, I found two t-shirts for me (Cool, distressed-looking Mickey and Tink shirts) and a Tinkerbell hat and shirt for the redhead. Little Boo was not so lucky, as they seemed to specialize in such characters as Spiderman and Transformers. I grabbed him a $1 clearance Spongebob hat for consolation, and he loves it.

Yeah, baby! We're going to Disney!!!

So, for $18, I got each one of us something to wear on the plane. I already told the kids that I bought the Disney stuff here to save money. We’ll see where that gets me.

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