Disneyland

My kids have all next week off from school for what we call 'Ski Week' around here. I know lots of families who are going skiing. I don't ski. I hate the cold. And falling. And uncontrolled hurtling down a hill. And falling.

But I digress....

We decided to finally take our boys to Disneyland. They are 7 and 9 and have never been. It's about time.

Normally ski week is like spring break weather-wise. But this year...oh no. A pretty good storm is predicted. I've been eyeing (okay, obsessing over) the Weather Channel all week, multiple times a day. This little symbol that shows up each day we plan to be there does not bode well for our trip:

I am just hoping that is is a typical California rainstorm: meaning...sunny 99% of the time despite the dire weather warnings (seriously--anytime it is supposed to rain, we get severe weather warnings. Look out! Its......OH NO! Water falling from the sky! Aaaahhhhh!)

As an aside: Californians are like the Wicked Witch of the West (or was it East)? We melt in a good downpour (i.e. drizzle), our driving skills degrade significantly and our whining increases dramatically.

Yea, yea I know I work for a rain wear company. We will all be outfitted head to toe and completely rain-worthy.

But still.

Damn Mother Nature. Damn ski week.