not only am I leaving woody behind, but I also leave behind hundreds of honey mooners, first time park visitors, & ‘celebrators’. something tells me they will all get along just fine, sans the maynard family.

to be honest, I’ve made a commitment to myself not to bring my own kids here until they’re at least 12. It would just end in too much screaming, crying, & stroller pushing.

I think I say this every year, but i’m fairly positive that I’ve never been so exhausted by a vacation.