Yep. Reality just hit me. I love my parents, I really do. And I am beyond grateful to have the opportunity to take this trip with them...but, let's face it...we have nothing in common. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Well, a bit of DNA, but really? It's not like we share VODKA! They are teetotalers for goodness sake! Clowns on crackers, SHE'S A PREACHER!!!!! (Not that there is ANYTHING wrong with preachers, but, well, have you met me?) So while I've had this lovely little fairytale in my head about how this holiday is going to play out, the truth is (and the truth that I will ONLY divulge here as I am swearing you all to secrecy) I AM STARTING TO GET REALLY NERVOUS. What if I chose the wrong restaurants? What if my dad gets exhausted? What if they don't like the resort? What if they don't like the attractions? What if they get bored? What if they drive me crazy? What if they don't (gasp) like Disney?!!? I'm a really awful daughter, aren't I?