Ten Bucks Worth. Better Read It. Twice. At least

I am in Anaheim, across the street from Disneyland in my hotel room, conveniently located near the Denny's, and the IHOP and the Captain Kidd's All-You-Can-Eat place. I am sitting on my fluffy white bed after paying ten bucks to access the internet for 24 measly hours and that's like $2.40 an hour or twenty-four cents an hour or something ridiculous so someone really needs to read this post. Repeatedly.

Note: Obsessively, even.

Disneyland is great. I have seen Banjo-playing dudes and a barbershop quartet in fantastically crazy pinstripe outfits and Mary Poppins and the Chippendale's dancers.

Note: The dancers turned out to be Chip and Dale. Very disappointing. However, they performed a tap number that seemed quite intricate for big fluffy feet.

And I got to design my own dream home at Innoventions after answering just five simple questions which only partially accounts for the fact that my image is in a spacesuit. Like an astronaut.

Note: Does my spacesuit make me look fat?

And although I did not specifically request that my lunar dream house be surrounded by odd phallic symbols, I am pleased.

Note: Disneyland is great.

Heck, yes!