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Husband and I escaped to Disney World earlier this month to celebrate his milestone birthday. Call us horrible or call us brilliant--we left our three kids at home.

We stayed at the Caribbean Beach Resort. It gets horrible reviews in the Disney books--something we discovered long after booking. But our experience was positive. We found the resort not too different in quality than other moderate Disney resorts.

Our new FAVORITE ride is the new Toy Story ride at Disney Hollywood Studios. It's a video game and ride all in one.

Our flight left at 8 a.m. on a Saturday. By 12:30 we were having lunch at a table in view of Cinderella's Castle.

Coming off the roller coaster of 2008, this was the perfect way to escape sub-zero Ohio and spend some quality time alone. Also, Husband gamely wore his birthday button the whole day, providing endless amusement for me.

The weekend was a chance for us to reconnect, to complete a conversation without interruption, for him to politely sit through Small, Small World and for me to kick his ass in the Toy Story ride/game (at least on the second time around). We can't wait to go back. Don't tell our kids.


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