It was exciting to me, to get to ride Alice In Wonderland, now that I'm writing "Wonderland" for SLG.  That's always been one of my favorites, anyway.
     Oh, and Mr. Toad's Wild Ride was fun, because Anthony and I both get irrationally scared when the train is going to run you down, even though you know it's just a light on a ceiling track.
     On Sunday Anthony and I SPRANG to the rescue like superheroes because Sarah's car wouldn't start.  The night before at Disneyland, the fireworks had been cancelled because of winds, but on Sunday in the hotel parking lot Sarah made some lovely fireworks when she let the two ends of the jumper cables touch.  Yay!
     Then we all hung out at our place for a nice visit.  The three of them were very eager to see Mr. Scoots, and Sarah had never met him before.  Scoots was the center of attention, with his coy nudity, and subtle charm.  He kept trying to hump Eric's arm, and I seem to remember him doing that the LAST time Eric and Serena were here, so I can only conclude that Eric is leading him on.
     Then he tried humping the girls, too, which was REALLY disturbing, because having a hetero pet is just NOT something we have ever planned for, or even considered the possibility of.  How humiliating.
     When Serena asks, "Will you show me your sexy paw?" Scoots shyly curls that one paw up toward his chest in this really funny, dainty way.  He pretends to be naive, but he knows how to work a crowd.
     Then Sarah grabbed his weenie, supposedly by accident.  We're still investigating the incident, and working on the official report.  Both parties will be interrogated.
     Not to go on and on about Mr. Scoots, but he was SO freakin' excited about Serena, Eric, and Sarah all giving him attention that he just ripped the shit out of his favorite blue octopus.  He's had that toy for over a year now, and although it only had two tentacles left, it was still in one piece.  Not anymore.  He was in such a gleeful frenzy he finally tore a hole in it, pulled all the stuffing out, and basically annihilated it.  (In looking up the correct spelling of "annihilate," I just discovered "anilingus.")  Anyway, we had to quickly grab the squeaking mechanism, and the grunting mechanism, so he wouldn't choke on them.  I may keep the grunting mechanism, just because how often do you come across one of those?
     This is the problem with me taking the day off.  I end up with too much time to sit around and write about pickle farts and grunting mechanisms.  But I did need some downtime.
     If I had a magic time and space-bending portal, I would use it to go have coffee with Serena anytime I wanted to, so we could chat about all sorts of stuff, and conspire.  I would also use it to go hang out with Eric and Sarah, and talk about science fiction and horror novels.   
     I was sad to see them drive away, and I'm hoping it won't be quite so ridiculously long before we get to hang out with them again, in person.