It's been pretty quiet on the Ann front. I guess the first light of romance has worn off and she doesn't feel the need to talk about Hot Tom and the Special Snowflakes 24/7.

Hot Tom and the Special Snowflakes. Sounds like a shitty pop band!

Anyway, Ann and Hottie and "their three kids" are planning yet another "family" vacation- this time to Disney World. (Oh, the irony!) Ann takes her son Chris every year for five days. It's their thing. So, they made the collective decision for all of them to go. (I guess Hottie can pay his own and his kids' way this time, since he really DOES have a high-paying job, and he IS still at it a month or so later.)

So yesterday for the Fourth, they all went to Six Flags together. Ann and Chris did all the rides together, as they usually do. Sailor Talk Mary said, "I don't DO rides," and the 8-year-old, Luke (who is actually a really decent kid) got in line for all the rides, then started crying while in line and had to leave. So Hottie and his snowflakes really didn't do a whole lot at Six Flags.

Ann and Tom were talking about it later, and he told Ann he really doesn't want to go to Disney for five days; three days will be "plenty" for him. Ann said he was annoyed with his kids; he paid, what, $40 or so for admission for each of them and then they just kind of sat there.

Ann...I have to say I'm proud of Ann. She surprised me with this one. She told Hottie, "Well, that's fine. You can stay for three days, but Chris and I are going for five. Or, maybe you should reconsider the trip altogether. I don't know if I'd want to pay all that money for kids who don't like rides and don't really like to do much else. You think about it."

Good for you, Ann. That's all I have to say about that. I've got hope for her after all.

And that's my little Ann update for those of you who look forward to them. Nothing juicy, but, well, I'm starting to see shades of the old, non-dickmatized Ann and I like it.