THIS year, she's bringin' our Great-uncle Jerry (of Seattle) along as her chaperone partner (two responsible adults have to ride each bus an' get the kids through the bag/body search at the entrance). Mom ordered a first-class round-trip plane ticket for him ... he's never flown first-class an' he's never been to the HOUSE OF MOUSE ... in his entire life. If you remember, he turned the big SIX-OH last month, so this trip is an extra-special one.
We don't get to go on the trip, but we do get to spend some time with our uncle. We've never met him, but we did smell him on Mom's luggage when she visited more than eighteen months ago for our great-great-cousin's 90th birthday party in August of 2006.
Our uncle has a kitty named Nimrod. He doesn't get to come an' visit us. Sigh.
So, to wrap it up ... we're not goin' to the HOUSE OF MOUSE. We can't give any of those mousies the bitey. There's not luggage to stow away inside. We're more than just a little bit bummed 'cuz we can't say, "We're goin' to DISNEYLAND!"