Feel Me Up Friday: My apologies, Suri Cruz

Look! I remembered to blog today! This is today, isn't it? Or did I miss today and now it's tomorrow? Hrm...As you know, my loves + I were on a week-long vacation in the sunshine state, with a one-night stop in the Paula Deen State.

Um, if you've never gone through the crazy process of trying to get a spot at The Lady and Sons, I envy you. Sure, Paua Deen is like my cooking God, and the food was AAMMMAAZZIIINNGGG (my taste buds will never be the same again), but to actually get in, we had to be in line at 8:30 and wait until the hostess came out at 9:30 (in the blazing, Georgia heat) to put our name in. Then, we went back 15 minutes before our reservation and waited across the street for our name to be called. It was like being picked for kickball teams in elementary. I sucked at kickball.

Then, after a 24 hour stay in 110 heat index weather, we drove another 5 hours to our little town of Cocoa Beach. Every vacation we get, we stay at the same little condo because it's really far away from people and we pretty much get the beach, a few steps out the back door, to ourselves. People scare us.

The next day, we ventured to Disney World and thank BERT we have relatives who work there and gave us free passes or OMG it's crazy expensive. I'd have had to sell a kidney to make it happen. Wait...do I still have one of those left?

Anyway, some of you saw my FBook post on this but let me break it down: My child is Suri Cruz's new best friend (in my head).

We reluctantly strolled in to the Starlight Cafe because the womb baby was gnawing his way out of me. The place was packed. No empty table in sight. Except one table back from the front, directly behind a giant Disney balloon. Oh well. We were hungry. As we sat down, the hubs went up to get our food which seemed to be about 1.4 miles from our table. To entertain herself, the offspring started spraying the giant balloon with her SEVENTEEN DOLLAR water/fan. She thought it was hilarious. The little girl who owned the balloon, gently pulled it out of my offspring's destructive path and smiled. The two waved. I looked to the mother who managed a "hi." To the girl. To the African American man, arms crossed, staring a hole through me. And back to the girl who was hanging on the chair next to my child. You know how kids are. They're weird. They just stare and wave a bunch.

Actually, I do that too.

Long story short, my daughter is now Suri Cruz'z best friend. And Katie Holmes wears jeans, sweaters, boots and sunglasses in 100 degree weather. I'm pretty sure she'll call me any day now for a play date. My phone is on LOUD, just in case. I tried reaching for my phone to capture this insane moment of OMG-ness, but that bodyguard was not kidding around with that stare. And then I decided she's just a mom with her kid and I couldn't be one of those people with no respect. Actually, I would have if I could have found my damn phone in our giant backpack. Stupid black hole. I decided I'd just take a mental picture instead.

Random Fact: My brain has turned to Patrick's from Spongebob Squarepants. Come to think of it, my body has, too.

Random Fact: I feel disgusting in the heat. What happened to the days when I took a shower and it stuck? If you smell something funny, I blame Suri Cruz.

Tell me, would you have gotten your camera out anyway?


Candyland. OUT.