Happy birthday my love, my pancake god, my Diet Coke fetcher, my trivia-knower, my good sport, my table maker, my movie date, my LuLaBro, my friend for 20 years. Justin, you are just the bee’s knees and I hope you know it! 🐝🐝 #happybirthday
If only it was as easy to blast away real life responsibilities with lasers as it was on this ride (or supposed to be 😉) then you would be at the opening day of Toy Story Land today and not refreshing your insta feed every few minutes, are we right?
Twas the Night before Toy Story Land opening and all thro' the house.Not a toy was stirring, not even Wheezy.The shirts were hung by the window with care,In hopes that Andy would soon be there;The toys were nestled all snug on their shelves,While visions of Slinky dog Dash coaster danced in their heads.Hakuna Ma Fratta in her 'bandana , and I in my hat.Had just settled our minds for a long summers nap—When out in Andy’s Backyard there arose such a clatter,I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like RC and tore open the blinds ,and threw up the cord.The moon on the skyline of the new fallen rain gave the luster of Mid-Way Mania fun to objects below;When, what to my groggy eyes should appear,But a Oversized saucer , and eight toys With a driver, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be Andy. More rapid than Stinky Pete his coursers they came,he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:"Now! Buzz, now! Woody, now! Hamm and Rex,”On! Mr.Potato Head, on! Mrs.Potato Head, on! Jessie and Bo Beep;
"To the top of Tower of Terror! To the top of the Toy Story wall!
"Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away to the Slinky Dog Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that make a hidden Mickey before the wild Fl. hurricane ,
When they meet with an obstacle, and you hear the words reach for the sky;
So up to the -top of TOT the coursers they flew ,With the saucers full of toys—and Andy too:And then in a twinkling like Tink, I heard on the roof The marching of each little toy.As I drew in my head, and was turning around,Down the Tower of Terror elevator Andy came with a bound:He was dress'd all in Disney from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all stylin with a dad hat and spirit jersey and all;A bundle of toys was flung in his backpack, His eyes how twinkled like Flynn’s and His dimples like Kristoff: how merry,His cheeks were like Belle’s rose and his nose like a cherry;His droll little mouth was drawn up like Rella’s bow,
And the scruff on his chin was as white as Olaf in the snow.He had a broad face, and a rocked a fanny pack that jiggled like a cup full of Boba. He was a cute young man a right jolly o human And I laugh'd when