Yeah. I decided I HAD to go to Disneyland. I mean, Mark was heading off on another trip to Who Knows Where (okay, it was Tajikistan) and I thought I should get to do something fancy and expensive, too. It's only fair. "Wait," you may be thinking. "Mark's trip was not only paid for by your Church, it was not 'fancy' unless you consider working 17 hour days while battling e-coli a holiday."
Well, shut up. I HAD to go to Disneyland.
