We are now at Friday, February 8th. Some crazy woman (oh right, that was me) booked us spa appointments for 8 AM the night after we went to the Pirate/Princess party. We are up at 6, since we have to be at the spa 15 minutes early, and we head to the shower, get dressed, and head out the door. Look how quickly we got lazy - now that we have the truck from the in-laws, we drive over to the spa!
It is now Thursday, February 8th. We fell asleep pretty early last night after LOST, so we are up and out the door at about 7:30. We have never used Disney bus transportation before, and we think we may have to until we can catch up with my in-laws to borrow their car, but we have planned today as kind of a quiet day, since we are going to the Pirate/Princess party at the Magic Kingdom tonight. We go to Artists’ Palette and order breakfast. Brighid eyes the Mickey waffles from way at the back of the line, and we watch carefully as everyone in front of us orders the Mickey waffles for themselves, their children, their grandmother back home, and the starving children of Ethiopia. But, as luck would have it, just as it is Brighid’s turn to order, the god of waffledom has shined his golden goodness upon her and a new batch of hot Mickey waffles appears in the warming tray. Waffles with bacon it is 
Me on the other hand, destined to be forever without that waffley goodness due to my gastric bypass surgery, orders the children’s breakfast plate. Can I just tell you, they make these children’s breakfast plates for some very hungry children! I got a heaping mound of scrambled eggs, two large sausage links (the normal platter was one link and one bacon strip, but I know I can’t eat bacon, and when I asked for them not to add it, the lady kindly substituted another sausage link), and a nice bunch of grapes. If you are not one of those people who can go to breakfast and eat the whole Rooty Tootie Fresh and Fruity for yourself, for less than $4.00, the kids breakfast options at WDW are GREAT!
The following trip report is not for the faint of heart, those on the fence about whether or not to have children, the squeamish, or those who take life too seriously to enjoy the small things.
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