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Traveling with my parents:
Dad gets up to let Mom out of the middle seat to use the lav. When she returns to her seat, he takes her hand and says affectionately, "Mrs. Frodo."
"There was no Mrs. Frodo," Mom corrects him, picking up her book, "Sam was taken."

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Brrrrrr! Cold snap! It's 68 degrees in Washington DC and 29 degrees in Los Angeles! I bought Mom a fleece jacket with a little Bambi and Thumper embroidered on it. She's a cutie.

We rode Soarin' twice (to make up for missing it last time I was in Epcot.) California Adventure is cute; it's a little like MGM and a little like Animal Kingdom and a little like the Boardwalk and something completely different, as well.

We're staying at the Disney's Grand California Hotel, which is a lot like Wilderness Lodge at WDW-- it's sort of Wilderness Lodge West, but with a lot more Mission-style decor. It's good to stay at a lodge-y place in cold weather.

I said I wasn't interested in lamps this time, but I've already taken about fifty pictures of lamps. Dammit. I'm an obsessive person.

I paid tribute to Flik at the Bugland place, or whatever it's called, and I watched the Whoopi Goldberg Experience (it's really called "Golden Dreams" or something, about the history of California, and it was oddly depressing.) I saw Colin Mochrie (!) and Rosie O'Donnell in a show about sourdough bread. A show about sourdough bread, that is correct. Mom and I froze our asses off at the top of that big Ferris Wheel and gave the operator such a pleading, teeth-chattering look that she let us out early.

Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. Queen-sized bed to myself. My snobbish superiority complex has disappeared; I squealed like a puppy when I saw the castle and can scarcely wait until morning, when we go to Disneyland proper.

We went to Sephora in Downtown Disney, since I hadn't packed any toiletries and the hotel shop was limited, and the woman who rung me up told me I have perfect skin. (Tavie flashes a toothy grin at this point.)

We're all very sleepy people. Dad isn't being too bad but if he steps out of line once more (by which I mean raises his voice in public), I will not ride the Snow White ride with him.

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