Squeaky clean fun

Hello friends.  Back from Disney!   One of those vacations that people either love or hate.  I happen to love it.  Aside from the obvious reason that my children are giddy the whole time we are in the "Disney bubble", I realized why I most love Disney World.  It is clean.  I don't mean that it is hosed down everyday and seems clean.  It is SPOTLESS.  Winding my way through miles of queue lines, I saw not one paint chip, not one circle of hardened gum on the ground, not one piece of abandoned trash.  I am a visual person.  So much so that I drive myself crazy.  I know every weed in my yard and every ding in our woodwork and it makes me nuts.  I'm sure there is some sort of name for this mental disorder - this insanity that makes me dream of home makeovers and whitewashing America.  But Disney- its like a magic pill.  Oh how I wish I could take Walt to lunch and thank him personally for quieting my head of the visual madness.   But after a week, you do start to wonder what is going on in the world, outside of the fairytale utopia.   The re-entry is tough and the floors need scrubbed.  Back to reality.