Your Disney Dream is Making Me Sad

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So in case you’ve been deprived of Twitter recently, the Disney Dream finally took its maiden voyage, and all the fabulousness and the food and the AquaDuck and the views and the playroom and the fun and the mirror tvs and the décor and OMG THE SHIP have been blurted out all over the interwebs. For this Disney blogger (who *cough* wasn’t invited), it’s all becoming a bit much for us land-lubbers who were left ashore. And while I can’t wait to read everyone’s trip recaps, the constant stream of squeeees look how much fun we’re having is KILLING me. And yeah, I’m jealous, and yeah, I’m bitter, but seriously Twittersphere? Stop rubbing it in.

For example:

I’m eating frozen chicken fingers and deli mustard for dinner. You’re dining at Remy.

I have to get up for work at 7 AM, knowing my day will be a never-ending string of meetings and Dilbert re-enactments. My one consolation is that hopefully I’ll get home in time to see a Real Housewives marathon. You’re on a cruise ship navigating tropical waters.

You’re toasting to how wonderful your cruise is out of commemorative champagne glasses. I’m drinking cheap wine out of my Finding Nemo plastic cup.

But mostly, it’s because it’s f-ing snowing outside. All the time. Every day. There is no end. So just …. Stop.

To those of you on the Disney Dream, have a safe trip back. To those of you stuck in reality, let’s commiserate in the comments together.
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Related Links:
* An Open Letter to 3D
* Dear Disney Vacation Club: I Get It! We're Home!
*  In Defense of The Living Seas