Yeah, so… read my last post, substitute the words “xray for possibly broken index finger” in there somewhere… Andy tried to catch a football in gym Monday and by yesterday afternoon it was a lovely shade of bloated purple. Two hours of waiting and it’s not broken- but he gets out of gym for the rest of the week. And I never ever want to see that medical place again…
Tomorrow my sister and I fly down to Florida. Also, there’s this:
Disney World is not the worst place to go through a hurricane, so we’re goin’. Plus I’m finally getting to meet a bunch of online friends and since they’re perfectly happy to sit in a bar and hang out, we’ll be entertained no matter what (unless, of course, they shut the bars, so I guess I should stock the hotel fridge just in case, huh?) My main concern is getting home Monday- especially if the storm tracks north and does any damage to Orlando International. But again, there are worse places to be stranded than WDW…
I’m going to miss Pat (awww.) No, really. I hope next time I do this (and it probably won’t be during hurricane season) he’ll come along. But I’m excited to go with Kathi, we really hardly see each other. We’ll see a lot of each other if they close the parks and we’re stuck in the room!
