Lemme tell you a story about my cute girlfriend.
Last month we took a trip to Disneyworld. I had never been. The girlfriend, on the other hand, used to live down there. She worked at Disneyworld as part of a college program. While she was there, she was especial friends with Tigger. If you know what I mean (no not like that).
Anywhoo, when we travel, the girlfriend has a tendency to set the whole agenda and then rush us through everything. We determined to make Disneyworld a bit more laid back – ample time for moseying, maybe we stop and catch a show now and again. However, the one thing we absolutely had to do was get breakfast at the Crystal Palace, where Winnie the Pooh and his friends would come say hi.
The girlfriend and I made small talk and ate some pretty good food (the sausage and croissants were amazing, but the omelet left something to be desired), but the minute Tigger came into view, there was only one thing worth her attention. She got up, gave him a big hug and chatted with him briefly. Also, I took several photos. You know, for the memories.
We sat through visits from Eeyore, Piglet, and Pooh as well, and you know what? I really like those guys. Pooh especially was adorable. He got all self-conscious when we asked for his photo, adjusting his shirt to make sure he looked his best. He was more than happy to pose with us.
Did I have a point to this?
Yes. Winnie the Pooh is awesome. And so is the girlfriend.