It’s not entirely unknown for me to freak out about an upcoming WDW trip, but it usually happens a few days before, not 177.
Last week I booked all my ADRs and got everything I wanted, when I wanted it, including two HEA dessert parties. Yesterday, I capped off my awesome plan for the trip by adding MNSSHP and the associated dessert party. (Yeah, yeah. Shut up. No-one cares.)
Wrong. I’m so pessimistic that it’s actually going to happen that I’m not looking forward to it at all.