It’s a small world after all…

img_2035…It’s a small world after all…it’s a small world after all…it’s a small…small…world. Did you sing it with me? You’re now guaranteed a magical day. You’re welcome.

When we decided to move back to Florida in October, it wasn’t just for the sun. Though, living in snowy northern Wisconsin for three winters did have us longing for a year-round hot orange ball in the sky. And the move wasn’t just to be near great fishing again. There was some good pole time to be had in the Northwoods. No, the deciding factor for us, was our possible proximity to Orlando and Disney World.

Yeah. We’re those people. We’ve got the season passes. We stay at the resorts. We wake up on a Tuesday and think, it’s just a short drive, why not.

A couple of weeks ago, we had an empty day and dropped the dog at Best Friends Kennel  (packages with TVs and a bedtime story and tuck in are available and I’m not kidding at all) and headed over to Magic Kingdom. As the evening wore on, the crowds thinned and about 90 mins before closing the place was pretty dead. We walked onto my favorite ride, It’s a Small World and had the place to ourselves. Since we weren’t interested in getting kicked out for anything indecent, (does that make us boring?) we snapped a few photos.
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For a while, the ride shut down and we were stuck in Norway. Since we’re boring old folks, Mark surfed the internet and I sang along with the puppets.

What would you have done to pass the time? Do your worst in the comments and Write On,

Melissa