A Quick Recap:

Our vacation went something like this: Airplane, BIG RAT, diarrhea, Monsoon at Disney World, diarrhea, Drive all Day to see friends, diarrhea, Outlet Mall (New laptop bag), diarrhea, visit from an old friend, diarrhea, nasty buffet, diarrhea, Finally a

beautiful day t o go to Disney, diarrhea, a WHOLE Day at the pool, no more diarrhea, sunburn, airplane. It was actually a pretty good time. We did a lot of relaxing, and still got to do all the "Orlando" stuff.

Ok, I HAVE to tell you about that "big rat". Jason's sister decided that we should all go out on Saturday night (the night we got there). She is from Orlando and there is a place that her and her hubby hang out at quite frequently. This is a TOTAL hole in the wall. When we got there, I had to pee SOOOOO bad - so the first thing I do is head to the bathroom, heeding the warning from his sister to "not touch anything". Now, this bathroom is about the size of a port-a-potty and is anything but clean. I am carefully watching what I am doing and trying not to touch the walls, door, sink, toilet, etc. when a HUGE RAT runs out from behind the garbage can, runs ACROSS my feet (I, of course, was wearing sandals) and out the door. I couldn't even get my pants pulled down the rest of the way before I peed on myself. I was scared to death. I screamed and ran out there, zipping up my pants on the way out. I was ready to go, but Jason had just ordered drinks, and I just can't let good rum go to waste, so I just drank a lot to try and forget what happened. I'm still grossed out.

I've been home for three days and still haven't unpacked. I think I'm just trying to make my vacation last a little longer. It's driving Big J crazy, mostly

because he's anal-retentive, and wants to put the suitcases "where they belong". I say th ey are fine on the floor filled with all my clothes. I wish I was Mary Poppins and could sing a song and have the clothes magically wash, fold and put themselves away. But I'm not Ms. Poppins. Trust me, I've tried it. The only thing that happens when I sing is the cat runs out of the room to look for a dark, quite place to sleep.

So, now that I'm back, I can post some pictures of our trip - if only I could find my camera. Maybe it IS time to unpack.