Running Low 2

Not only am I running low on pictures and videos, I'm running low on creativity as well. Have you noticed the posts getting worse and worse?  No? Well, I suppose that's good. Even still, I will keep plodding along until we finally hit the road on November 10.

That reminds me that it might be good to refresh your memories as to our itinerary:

• Sunday November 10: meet in St. George. Dinner at the Cracker Barrel. We have a bunch of rooms reserved at an older, boutique hotel called Aiden by Best Western St. George. There are a lot of good things about this hotel:
• It has a year-round, heated pool and hot tub.  Fingers crossed they are in good, working order when we get there
• It has a free, highly rated breakfast
• It is very, very near my favorite donut shop Pink Box Donuts
• Monday November 11: Drive to California. Lissa made reservations at the Cambria Hotel. We will likely hit the White Castle gas station and we will definitely hit Downtown Disney and the Disney Plaza that night
• Tuesday November 12: Day one in the parks, spend the entire day in Disneyland, ride Pirates first.
• Wednesday November 13: Day two in the parks. Start in DCA and rope drop Soarin'. Hop back to Disneyland later in the day
• Thursday November 14: Load up the car and head for home

At some point we'll probably find ourselves in ToonTown. Probably on November 12.

Long story:

Finally, Bedtime

With the hot tub adventure over, the families dried off and made their way back to their rooms. As they flopped onto their beds, the excitement of the day began to fade, replaced by the promise of a good night’s sleep.

“Goodnight, Disneyland,” Mandy said, her voice muffled by a pillow.

“See you in the morning,” Lissa whispered, already half-asleep.

The kids were out like lights, their dreams undoubtedly filled with churros, roller coasters, and Star Wars battles. As everyone drifted off, they knew one thing for sure—tomorrow would be another magical day.

The next morning, the families woke up feeling... off. It wasn’t that kind of "Oh no, we're late" panic that hits you out of nowhere, but more of a nagging feeling. Like when you forget something important but can’t quite remember what it was.

“Does anyone else feel weird?” Trevor asked as they all shuffled down to the hotel breakfast area, yawning and stretching. "Like, something’s wrong?"

“Nope,” Scot said, rubbing his eyes. “Just feeling Disneyland tired.”

“Maybe you’re still in a churro coma,” Mandy teased, patting Trevor on the head as they walked into the breakfast area. But as they started to grab plates, that strange feeling lingered.

The breakfast buffet, which had been a golden paradise of make-your-own waffles, eggs, sausage, and yogurt the day before, was now... lacking.

“Wait,” Zac said, eyeing the slim offerings. “Where’s all the sausage?”

“We’re out,” said the breakfast attendant with a deadpan expression, like it was a perfectly normal thing to have run out of. "And we only have one kind of yogurt today—plain."

Lissa shot a look across the buffet. "Plain yogurt? Who eats plain yogurt? Is that even yogurt?"

“Well, there are waffles,” Kevin pointed out, trying to stay positive as he piled his plate high.

That was, until Brandon accidentally knocked over the syrup. A slow-motion disaster, the bottle tipped, and a sticky river of syrup flooded the counter, dripping over onto the floor.

“I swear,” Julene said with a sigh, grabbing some napkins. “Why is it always the syrup?”

“We’re cursed,” Lissa muttered, half-joking as she dodged the growing syrup puddle.

As the families sat down to eat their barebones breakfast, that odd feeling crept back in.

“Something’s definitely wrong today,” Reagan said, staring down at her plain yogurt like it might be plotting against her.

“Yeah, but we’re not letting it stop us,” Steve said with determination. “Another day at Disneyland! Nothing can ruin that. Not even plain yogurt and no sausage.”

There was a murmur of agreement, though everyone seemed a little hesitant, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.