When You Wish Upon A Star

I'm exhausted. My cancer riddled sister ran me ragged today.

What we did:

Magic Kingdom
Jungle Cruise
Pirates
Splash Mountain
Thunder Mountain
Haunted Mansion
It's A Small World
Peter Pan's Flight
Space Mountain

Epcot
Photos with Donald and Goofy
Soarin'
Nemo's Adventure
Breeze through every single country
Fireworks show

Then there's the travel back and forth and in between. Crazy.

We are making the dream come true, and Christina is squeezing out every single bit of Disney Magic in Orlando. We're doing it in style, too. We've got the electrical cart and assisted guest pass that gets us onto every single ride without waiting in any lines, and we're wearing DOO-RAGS. Christina out of necessity (lost her hair from the chemo), and Elizabeth and I to be cool. (Because doo-rags are cool, right? I mean, at least they were in the 80's on African Americans, Axel Rose, and Hulk Hogan. Okay, maybe aren't wearing them to look cool.) We're calling ourselves the Doo-Rag Crew. Minus the #1 rag--our oldest sister Joanna. (Did I just say that?) She'll meet us at the beach house on Saturday.

I need to sleep. We've got more dream making to do tomorrow.