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During my extended stay in northern California, Kyle flew out for a four day weekend. Unfortunately, I had severely underestimated how much work I needed to do. What should have been 6-7 hours a day, five days a week, ended up being a straight run of 14 hour days with no breaks. So, Kyle spent a good chunk of his California time watching The Price is Right while I turned high school students into kitchen utensils and provincial peasants.

I did manage to sneak away for a couple of half days, though, so the Morgans got to play in the big city and we finally made it out to The Walt Disney Family Museum. Yay!

Unfortunately, you can’t take pictures inside, which completely stinks but makes sense because the whole thing is like a giant bulletin board from those 5th grade biography oral reports. We loved the museum (naturally), but I will say that the museum might be kind of boring if you aren’t a major Disney fan who also happens to be over the age of 12. There were tons of people there who brought all their little kids, but the displays are full of things like business telegrams Walt Disney received from people who are sort of famous. Not exactly six year old friendly.

My other tiny complaint is that the gift store was kind of…well, it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t that great. Instead of having a bunch of MoMA inspired Disney stuff, it was sort of like the local college art gallery gift shop with a combination of awesome stuff and random stuff that you wouldn’t buy even if it wasn’t that overpriced. But, of course, we did drop a good eighty bucks, half of which was spent on this amazing Mary Blair stuff that was on loan from a museum in Tokyo.

The other half day trip was around wine country. We hit a couple wineries, took a good tour, and had some amazing wine and these chocolate truffles that might have actually been the best thing I’ve ever eaten.

In addition to random glasses of random things, we indulged in some greek salad and I talked Kyle into buying me a cigar. I know, I know, but I only have one once a year and I only do it in really nice places. It’s a bad habit left over from when I used to have a whole lot of bad habits all at once, so at least I can tell myself that this is just one little tiny bad habit. And really, if it’s only once a year can you even call that a bad habit?