Moused Out

I can barely write. I just got back from the Disneyland Cruise and I am M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E'd out. When they found out my birthday was Wednesday, they made a huge fuss over me. Mickey, Goofy, Minnie, and Donald all gathered around and brought over this awesome looking cake. Ari must have phoned in my age, cause it had just the right number of candles on it. All the princesses gathered around for smooches, but I slipped off. The cruise was fun, but I was missing my Angel on my birthday.

The cruise line was worried I'd sue for harassment or something, cause they gave me this really awesome crossbody bag, along with their "sincerest hope that I found everything agreeable and appropriate." Pfff. They didn't have to worry. I just have eyes for one princess, and she ain't employed by the big D.

Anyway, I'm off to my pad, it's been a looooooong week full of fun and games AND sneak peeks of the upcoming Toy Story 3. Booyeah, who's the man? I'm the man. And no, I'm not telling anything. You'll just have to wait a whole year.