Turkey leg anyone?

Traveled to Anaheim and visited the Happiest Place on Earth…..

Well maybe….

Sometimes…..

Especially if you’ve just won the Super Bowl…

And have a lot of dough.

Anyone with a pulse knows that a trip to Disneyland will cost you a big bag of shekels.

For your convenience, they now have a booth right near the ticket counter where you can actually surrender the mortgage to your house.

Especially if you are buying a Park Hopper Pass.

And if you want to eat while you are there.

Cuz a family of four can blow about a grand.

And that‘s just  before noon.

We were lucky enough to get some free tix and got up at the crack of dawn so we could get a jump on the crowd.

As you would imagine, we were not the only people who had this earth shattering idea.

We ran in the door and promptly decided to ride Space Mountain,( or Spit-Up Summit as I like to call it), before the lines got too long.

This was a major strategical error on my part as immediately afterwards my scrambled egg with chocolate croissant breakfast came dangerously close to making an encore appearance.

For some reason, right after this debacle, I let them badger me into vaulting over to California Adventure and jumping on a massive roller coaster aptly named “California Screamin’.

Let’s just say that when we emerged from this experience I looked like my hair had been styled with a Sunbeam Mix Master and my face was the color of the big green caterpillar in Bugs Life.

At that exact moment it occurred to me that there comes a time in your life when you stop doing certain things.

One of these things is doing stupid junk like jumping on an amusement ride that will make you call for your Buick or put you in traction for a week.

Just not worth it.

At this point in the day is when my Daddy would have said, “Is this the fun part?”  “Are we having fun yet?’

So after dragging my limp, sweaty body to a bench and fetching me some Agua, the kiddies decided it was time to let up on the old lady and do something more my speed.

That would be sitting down.

Or eating.

Now that’s more like it.

The main benefit of visiting anywhere in the world is always the joy of what kind of food you can consume.

And Disneyland has its share of culinary delights.

But there is one thing that someone has to explain to me.

Who decided that in the midst of the churros, cotton candy, popcorn, fritters, hot dogs, hamburgers, fudge and frozen lemonade, that they should have a booth featuring big, greasy, humongous turkey legs???

Why would they do this??

Was someone walking along one day fresh from the Dumbo ride and suddenly exclaim, “You know I’m hankerin’ for a huge turkey leg right about now!”

Doubtful…..

But there they are.

Right in the middle of Frontierland.

In their steamy glass turkey sauna.

Lined up in a row like the perfect little Henry the Eighth appetizers.

Random…..

All for the low, low price of $9.00 per leg…

What??? What????

Whatever…..

So we spent the rest of the day enjoying the sunshine, riding the gentler rides and watching the hordes of humans in their wacky pursuit of fun and frolic.

But the best quote ever was from a Dad who had just emerged from Splash Mountian and was furiously screaming in the face of his whiny little offspring.

“We are at Disneyland and we are going to have a good time DAMN IT!!!!” 

Whoa there, Sparky!  Don't you know that Mickey don't allow dat here kind of language in dis here Briar Patch??

Mr. Walt will rise from his cryogenic slumber and thump your neck for screaming at your little man that way!!!!

DON’T YOU KNOW THIS IS THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH??????

Unless you happen to be a turkey.

And want to keep all of your legs.

……..I’m just sayin’