On our last trip to Disneyland, we stopped by the Enchanted Tiki Room to see the Dole Whip stand. It had been closed for some sort of improvement and we were curious to find out what that might be (and maybe a little hungry for some Dole Whip). Maybe I’m slipping these days but I honestly couldn’t tell a difference. There may have been an additional cash register, but something like that seems so trivial. Perhaps I just noticed it for the first time because I was trying to find something different. And the line was uber long. Sad trombone…
Standing there wasn’t a complete miss, however. I spied this tiki mask for the first time. Do you recognize the location? When I saw it, I blurted out an awkward laugh that had Michaela looking at me quizzically. “This tiki is hiding,” I said. “It’s playing hide and tiki.”
I like to let her know how blessed she is to have a comedic husband of such high quality. Frequently. In turn, she likes to remind me of what a patient woman she is. I don’t see how the two relate.
