What I learned at Disney

People who push strollers should be required to have a special permit. I’d like to keep my ankles and be able to walk in a straight line without you rolling over my toes.


The only thing worse in life than horrible stroller drivers, are GoPro cameras. I’m really busy watching out for the safety of my toes. I don’t want to have to duck and weave to avoid your stick in my face. Just take a selfie like the rest of us, please and thank you. 

Why did we bring a 2 year old here?

Florida humidity is a plague. Oh my hair. 

Can they install a moving sidewalk already? I’m so tired. And I can’t walk past the loud speaker playing “Let It Go” any faster. 

Those buses that conveniently take you from your resort to the park 5 miles away? Well, it sometimes takes an hour. And your 2 year old will be over going to Disney by the time you get there. 

No seriously. Do they have a babysitting service here?


And then this happened. 

So obviously, we’re planning our next vacation to the land where all negatives are literally nothing compared to the pure joy. Once I climb out of my mountain of laundry, I’m coming back to tell you about all the magical parts. (Which, will take much longer than this post!)