clearly Disney was a devotee of Animal Farm... some animals are more equal than others!

Not to mention that they also took planet status away from poor Pluto.

Pluto was great because he WAS a dog...I could never figure out what the hell Goofy was laughing at..or what he had been smoking.
I have a dog that sorta looks like Pluto...sometimes behaves like Pluto. Nothing like that long, whippy Rhodesian Ridgeback tail to raise welts on your shins when he's real happy I came home!

Is. Is a dog, not was. The whole bunch is hanging out at Mickey's super hi tech clubhouse. No one seems to have a job, btw. Living on residuals, I guess. Mickey even has his own rocketship! Obscene, I tell you.

Can you tell I have a toddler grandchild? Is there anything you'd like to know about the Backyardigans or Wonder Pets?

pat, nice to see you around here again. I would have sworn you had been abducted by aliens.....I'm glad to see I was wrong about that. Unless of course toddlers can be considered aliens......

Amounts to about the same thing.

KJ I had MM ears w my name embroidered across the the ear.

i'm jealous, Regina...
wish i had kept my mouse ears...
even back then i knew there were alot of kids going to the club every day after school just like me...
maybe that was early hippy training...

Donthave my ears anymore, but as any1 will tell you Ive madeup 4 it in Disney stuff all over our house. Maybe my cousin has a picture of me in myears tho. LOL

- Maybe we should get new ones for Octooober.

I had the 'standard' black MM ears, but then my cousins went to Disneyland and brought me back some silver sparkley ones. I was stylin! But I was sooo jealous of them for getting to go.

I was glad my kids had a chance to visit Disneyland when they were small...we lived in the Torrance, CA area from Aug. 1980 to Dec. 1987. I've got some cute photos of a 2 year old Laura and a 5 year old Kevin with Cinderella's Castle in the background. We visited Disneyland a couple times a year when we got very discounted tickets through Jim's work.

One of the last things we did before we moved to VA was visit Disneyland. Jim was already working in VA, so I took both kids by myself. I sat them down at a table and bought stuff for lunch...there were a lot of seagulls flying around. Suddenly, something landed on the top of my head. I covered it with my hand, and ran to the restroom, with visions of washing my head in the sink with nasty hand soap.

I took my hand off my head, and looked in the mirror. Perched on top of my head was....a french fry.

If a seagull has to bomb you with something, I prefer the fries!

I'll take fries with that!

a digested or undigested french fry?

Pristine, uneaten, undigested flying fry...dropped from about ten feet.

Oh. That kind. Nothing like starch and partialy hydrogonated vegetable oil as a hair tonic.

I've decided that if I ever get back to Disneyland, I'm gunna bring a 5 foot long mouse trap and a brick of cheese and see what I can catch.