Disneyland is the happiest place on earth, but you don't see the seedy underbelly of horror, disease and destruction known as the Disneyland aftermath syndrome, otherwise known as complete exhaustion and sore feet. You walk from a little past 9 am pretty much straight through until 6 pm with about a half hour to eat your overpriced meal. We hit Main Street, Fantasyland, Tomorrowland, Frontierland, IndianaJones land, Thatcutemusicisdrivingmenutsland, Toohighapriceland, Ireallydon'tneedaChipandDalechipmunkhatbutit'ssocuteland, etc. (You buy overpriced stuff from the shops, too.) You go on rides (I personally never want to hear "It's a small world after all." ever again) You go on a pirate ship, right? (Complete with a genuine
canon, uh I mean cannon.) The pirate ship breaks down. Yes, folks, the pirate ship we went on actually was held up for about 15-20 min, because the motor conked out or something. Talk about Timelash, the pirates were walking around talking to a grimfaced Disneyland mechanic, while we, the public, were on cell phones. Era error? (Try saying that three times fast) My husband's cell battery gave out, I was forced to throw him overboard because he couldn't take any more pictures for me. (He says Flipper saved him )Blue Shrew saved the day and has more pictures. We were lost at sea for
about a hour days, and all my husband had left for provisions was cranberries, Smartwater, and mouse shaped Chip and Dale pretzels. We considered eating the other passengers to survive, and my husband suggested we could snack on the children. We survived, and hit land until Blue Shrew took us on the jungle adventure boat, and the female captain (maybe Virginia Lake in another life?) had to shoot a charging bull elephant, and several hippo to get us safely home.
Denise, the only fairy I could find was Tinkerbelle, but we did see Captain Jack Sparrow, Cruella deVille, and Cinderella and Snow White! Blue Shrew bought us a Chip and Dale lanyard, and pin, a Thumper charm and pin, pink rhinestone mouse hair barrettes, and other goodies. My husband now has a pen sword, which as Blue Shrew pointed out to us, really confuses the issue about the pen being mightier than the sword, when the sword is the pen. Or the pen is the sword.

See what Disneyland does to you?
I wanted to go and be made up as a princess,

but my husband pointed out that I wouldn't fit into a 5 year old's sparkly ballgown.

(I tied him to the Disneyland train tracks for that statement, but he cut himself loose with the sword pen. Pen sword? Oh forget it..)
We found Skydiver! Kinda. Hopefully Blue Shrew aka Nans' pictures came out well.

Pictures soon, and Matt, you'd
love it there. You could go there on this in
no time at all.