Alright, here's a few more highlights. Bear in mind that all I have is a few little tidbits from text messages, so this report is just the "Cliff's Notes" version. I'm sure they'll be able to elaborate much more when they get back.
So, where was I...? Oh yeah...
As they wandered MK looking for mayhem, B-babe noticed that the sign in front of CoP no longer has the year on it. Bummer.
She also reports that even though they never got into a good position to view all the Fantasyland expansion stuff over the wall, they still could see the "big top" where Dumbo is going to be located. She mentioned, too, that the laser show on the castle for the "Let the Memories Begin" promo was way cool.
The only other major thing she reported to me was that they rode SM, but I didn't get any info as to how the new interactive queue affected them. Maybe later...
But anyway, after spending a nice evening at MK, they decided to head back so as to get a decent night's rest and get up early in order to make EMH at DHS in the morning. Now for those who know B-babe, that's a big deal! She's definitely not a morning person... in fact getting up early this morning to go running was a major accomplishment that could only be attributed to the magic of being at Disney (she admitted this to me herself, y'all...).
But I digress... this is where the evening's adventure really started...
You see, B-babe hates waiting for the buses, and she had to wait a long time to catch this one back to their resort. So when it finally came she was already hacked off, and then they got stuck right next to this redneck family that had a totally out-of-control brat of a kid that must have been a cast-off from Satan's gene pool. The little puke screamed, cried, and carried on for almost the entire bus ride back to the Boardwalk! The Boilers' relief at finally arriving there was soon extinguished by the fact that Satan's Spawn got off the bus with them... and was actually staying there!!!!! They had to endure walking all the way into the building right in front of this inbred family, only to find that they were getting on the elevator with them as well!!! At this point, B-dude is about ready to bite a hole in the wall, and B-babe is just about to rupture her cerebral cortex, when..... you guessed it! The swine got off the elevator... ON..THEIR...SAME...FLOOR!!
Well, the pixie dust I sent them must have worked, because the tribe of "you'd-be-so-voted-off-the-island" misfits went the other way, and the Boilers were able to escape to their room relatively unscathed. I can't repeat to y'all the texts we sent back and forth regarding all the things we would like to have done to these miscreants (this is a family site, after all..), but suffice it to say that there was a lot of emotional venting. The worst part? The "dad" was wearing a Houston Astros hat!!! I so totally do not claim him! He must have stolen it from someone! Anyway, the evening ended with B-babe unwinding on her peaceful balcony, and B-dude promising me that he would give her a good massage so he could earn some "good husband" points, and then they would get some rest for tomorrow.
G'night y'all....
(Run, Mousekedude, run...FASTER!) 
). Here’s a shot from the queue at ToT:
