Last night, I dreamed that I was in Epcot with my mom, brother, his GF and her daughter, and DH and our kids. And we were trying to remember where our dinner reservation was that night: my brother was like "It's Coral Reef, I'm sure of it," and I said "No, I thought it was somewhere in France" and then suddenly I thought "Wait a minute, I'm not even supposed to be on this trip, WTH?" And then I woke up.
My mom told me last weekend that she was making all their ADRs Monday. I think she wanted me to reconsider not going, and I did feel a tiny pang, but not enough to want to attempt it with a not-even-two-year-old. I will live vicariously through you, AF.
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