Gone Goofy...

The party line is: "We are taking the children to enjoy the experience that is the Magic Kingdom".

The reality is the wife wants to know how Snow White can put up with 7 vertically challenged males while I want to sit down with my buddy Goofy, feeding him Tequila, until he answers the two questions plaguing mankind for decades: whether or not he's a talking dog and why Donald doesn't wear pants (subquestion being why he wears a towel after showering though).

So, we've gone Goofy (or at least more so than normal). We're scheduled to return, but I could go for one of those enchantment thingies right about now, especially if it involves Princess Wife. The kids might enjoy it, but really, this shouldn't be all about them...