Tiggerdog
06-08-2007, 02:23 PM
About two weeks ago my sister had me make flight reservations for her, my brother-in-law, and my niece, Stinky. Their destination, Anaheim, CA for a dance competition for Stinky. I ask if she needs hotel reservations as well, but she had actually done made those a few months ago.
I take my husband, who is flying to Vegas to golf with a friend in Utah, and my sister's family to the airport at 4:45 this morning. On the way there, my sister tells me where they are staying.
Their hotel reservations are at the Anaheim Convention Center Marriott.
You know, the Marriott that is 1.2 miles from Disneyland?
When I made their air reservations, I asked my sister if they were going to go to DLR. No, because they will be nowhere near it. I assumed that the competition would be further north as it always is, and not in Ananheim.
That is what I get for assuming.
I could be at Disneyland right now!
But no, I am the only one in my family here at home. Even my mom and stepdad are in CA, visiting my stepbrother in San Deigo. My house band is in Utah.
And I am here, not in DLR.
But here. :mad:
Watching Captain Jack Sparrow, the Pirate Puppy, eat a pair of my sister's shoes that she decided not to take and left here this morning. :D
I take my husband, who is flying to Vegas to golf with a friend in Utah, and my sister's family to the airport at 4:45 this morning. On the way there, my sister tells me where they are staying.
Their hotel reservations are at the Anaheim Convention Center Marriott.
You know, the Marriott that is 1.2 miles from Disneyland?
When I made their air reservations, I asked my sister if they were going to go to DLR. No, because they will be nowhere near it. I assumed that the competition would be further north as it always is, and not in Ananheim.
That is what I get for assuming.
I could be at Disneyland right now!
But no, I am the only one in my family here at home. Even my mom and stepdad are in CA, visiting my stepbrother in San Deigo. My house band is in Utah.
And I am here, not in DLR.
But here. :mad:
Watching Captain Jack Sparrow, the Pirate Puppy, eat a pair of my sister's shoes that she decided not to take and left here this morning. :D