A good friend of mine left yesterday destined for Orlando, Florida with her two daughters. It's okay, you can call her a bitch. I did. She left me here. And she calls herself a friend. Humph.
Whatever.
So last night, Emily and I were talking and taking guesses on what they were doing at that very moment. My friend's little girl told Emily that she would get Cinderella's autograph and Emily has been going on and on about it ever since. It's to the point where it's almost driving me over the edge.
Emily: Where is Disney World anyway? Is it far?
Me: Yes. It's in Florida. It is way way way far away.
Emily: I don't want to go to Disney World.
Me: Really? Why?
Emily: It would take too long ... I'd probably have to go pee before we got there.
