Yay! Back to Work!

Yes, it's good to be back at work. Oh wait, no. It's Sunday. Whaaaaaaaaat am I doing here? Ah yes, enjoying the sunshine and warmth after a cold, windy trip to Florida . . . and deleting the majority of my 664 new email messages. No need for a replica watch, discount medications or penis enlargement.

My post on Disney World will have to wait until I have less work to catch up on. But here are a couple of my favorite conversations held at Disney last week.

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Kid to mom while walking past my kids who were swimming on a 60 degree day: "Mom, what are those kids doing in the pool?"

Mom: "They must be from Michigan."

Right concept. Wrong state.

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Teenage girl underneath large picture of Steven Tyler: "Ew. Look at that guy's huge mouth."

Her friend: "Oh, I think he used to be famous. It's what's his name."

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Bus driver: "Please be careful when disembarking."

Son #2: "Is disembarking when you suck all your puke back in?"

Me: "It's bark with a 'k' not disembarfing. It means getting off the bus."

Son #1: "Why didn't he just say that then?"

Good question.

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Son #2: "They should have a restaurant at Disney's Hollywood Studios called 'Straw Wars.' "

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Conversation in restaurant after I let my kids blend their own Sprite, Root Beer and Fanta Orange concoctions.

Older woman: "Are you boys having fun in Disney?"

Son #2: "Yeah! Our mom is letting us have mixed drinks."

Hello social services.

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And my least favorite of the lot . . .

Son #1 on day two: "I'm bored."

Hello Prozac.

Christmas "Songs"

Years ago, when I worked as a consultant for a small agency in White Plains NY, we had our holiday party aboard the World Yacht circling Manhattan. On this evening, we all received the final gifts from our Secret Santas and I was pretty pumped because mine had been showering me with fantabulous gifts all month.

I received a Mannheim Steamroller Christmas CD.

I almost feel I could end this post right here except that there are people out there who consider Mannheim Steamroller "music." I'm not one of them. Honestly, I couldn't even make out the tunes of the otherwise famous songs which, when rendered by other "artists," are legible, singable, whistleable, etc.

So I wrapped it nicely and kindly sent it to my brother who fondly re-gifted it back to me the following Christmas with fake, yet compelling, cover art, "Tim and Leigh's favorite songs of the year." Wow. A huge letdown two years running.

I still have this CD just waiting to be unleashed on some poor, unsuspecting loser who secretly loves grand crescendos/raucous elevator music/awful electronica mayhem/polluting noise (a.k.a. total CRAP).

It reminds me of the musical version of our agency's fax machine at the time -- which our boss' hysterical executive admin threw in the dumpster in the parking lot one day with a big sign stating, "piece of sh*t."

Anyhoo, it's the thought that counts, right? I just wonder what the thought was . . .

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