Disneyland a Bust

Saturday it rained.

I would say that it never rains in Southern California, but given that it rained Saturday, I would be lying.

I am not above lying, but I am above telling dumb lies, as the aforementioned never raining in Southern California is.

But I can safely say that it rains so rarely here that my truck sees more filtered water bouncing off its rapidly oxidizing paint than it does the natual acid rain that falls here.

That being the case, most SoCal folk run fleeing in terror as God's punishment falls down on them. Those who don't fear God think this might be a trick of some God-Folk to get them baptized, and so they run as well.

This largely leaves Disneyland, packed to the gills on most days, sparse as a ghost town by comparison. So, we were off to Disneyland, first because it was a chance to actually enjoy the "Happiest Place on Earth" and second because walking is good for Lil and might induce labor. And I'm told that if you have a baby in Disneyland, that they pick up the tab for college education.

Gosh, isn't Disney the bestest!?

Alas, all we got for our efforts was some cardiovascular activity, mediocre food, and more entertainment then you can shake a magic wand at.