I Will EAT My Words. Eat.

Kay, promise to hear me out. Promise. Don't get all angry.
Pinky swear.
Just be patient with me, okay?
Okay.
A long time ago, I confessed that I found the furniture at Ikea ugly.

Put down that rock. You promised you'd hear me out. I'm not totally like, in love, with contemporary furniture, okay?
When I was an Ikea newb, and I visited my first in Houston, I expected, from all the hype, to head home with an entire house's worth of furniture and love every single piece of it.
Now. Keep listening to me, okay? I promise I try to be super open-minded. Once I got over the initial disappointment, I actually really truly
like Ikea. Like a lot.
I gave it another chance, and swedish meatballs and really long inexpensive curtains and fan-freaking-tastic customer service totally won me over. I'm not saying I'll ever buy a couch there, neccesarily, (I might who knows) but generally it's a fun place to shop.
See? I'm open-minded. I don't hate stuff just because everyone else loves it. That's just weird. Why do people do that?
Second confession.
At one point, I also did not understand the crazed, willing to sit in line for 2 hours just to get a burger and fries at In 'N Out nonsense when it first came to this state.

I had lived in California prior and had tried In 'N Out, and while I do love me a good burger, I thought the fries were pretty sub par.
Now settle down--
I tried it again, (and again and again,) and I really do like their burgers. The fries are pretty good if they're hot. They're not my fave, but pretty good when hot.
I'm just trying to make personal, unbiased decisions, here!
Now this one's gonna piss a lot of people off. Let's still be friends. Actually, I WANT you to tell me why I'm wrong. We're planning a trip to California, and so this is a question that needs input while I plan.
(The shot heard round the world. . . dun dun dun. . . )
I don't understand Disneyland.

I can't believe I just admitted that. I feel this huge, pressing weight off my shoulders.
Now, don't send me hate mail, I do not HATE Disneyland. Let me repeat, I'm NOT A HATER!
I just am. . . indifferent to Disneyland. I remember going as a kid. It was pretty fun. Pretty fun. I remember going to Disneyworld as a teenager with all my teenaged siblings and we were bored and went home by 5 pm.
But, um, has anyone noticed that it's like freaking crazy expensive?? Like I can think of a LOT of things to do with that kind of moolah?

And then you pay a lot to wait in line for an hour for a ride?

And yet it's worth it to millions of Americans every year. It's magical to many people. Just not me.

Apparently I need to be dumped. Don't dump me.
Why is that? Am I broken? Actually I should say, are we broken? My husband (and my family, for that matter) share the same feelings. It's fun. It's not a thousand dollars fun. It's not my dream come true. It's not "amazing". Heck let's save up for a cruise or something instead.

So. Like I said, I'm planning a trip to California, and while we're in California, it makes sense to take the kids to Disneyland for the one (and maybe only??) time. Why is it fun? Tell me why it's magical to you! Why is it worth the money I could spend on a pergola in the backyard?



Help a girl out. Let's still be friends. If we do go, and it's my kids' favorite thing ever, I will eat my words. Eat them. Right here. Promise.