The driving forces behind the idea generation:
- 1) It's Max's birthday
2) It's our last chance for a vacation before The Move
3) That crazy lady from Clamhead is giving up her glamorous Disney lifestyle in order to move to pee-smelling SOMA (She's making the right decision, of course. Even pee-smelling SF is better than LA, no matter how it smells.) and ever since I read about it I've dreamed of living near Disneyland, which I kind of do
4) It's the happiest place on earth!
Originally, I wanted to take Max to cowboy school for his birthday, and there's a one-day class in Elko, Nevada that looks pretty promising. Reno is halfway between here and Elko, so we could make it a fakey-Western road trip and play the Bad Livers and Willie Nelson the whole way there. Of course, that necessitates the eating of many ribs, and I'm still fighting this multiple root canal battle a bit.
But look how happy we were last time we went to Disneyland for Max's birthday:
But then again, Cowboy School...
did i miss the time that leor decided to go by max? i'm always missing things. always.
unless max is someone else entirely, in which case, i'm not missing things. yay. i never miss things. never.
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